My slender little legs walked towards a particular room, and I opened the door barefoot before going in.


"Rose," the man sitting elegantly and poised, called my name like a sin, not meant to be said out loud but instead meant to be spoken as a whisper.


My little lips parted as my eyelashes fluttered.


"You sent for me; how do I serve you?" I said, speaking just as I was taught, like a good little prostitute.


The man stared at me from my tiny legs up to my beautiful porcelain white hands and then my breathtaking face, which could make any man wish to have me. That is why I became exclusive in the first place. After all, the owner of the business knew where to find his highest gain.


I put on a silver-colored nightgown, which glimmered lightly as I walked in a straight line slowly toward the man like a good little lamb. This is where rule one comes in.


'Be submissive'


"Your skin is so pale; if you bleed, you'd look like a piece of art."


Immediately after these words were said by the man in a suit in front of me, I had to stop my feet from moving further.


"What do you ask?" I asked, bowing slightly to show I would listen attentively to how he wished for me to serve him.


"I ask for you to come closer and assist me with something, love." I raised my head, waiting to hear his perverted words that'd follow, but instead, he spoke some words I didn't quite understand.


"You are perfect enough to walk beside him without triggering his fight or flight mode."


"I apologize, but I do not seem to understand your wishes," I spoke with my tiny hands, slightly wrapping around my clothes tightly, obviously showing I was nervous.


"You are so innocent and pure; no one would have known you were just a mere prostitute who works in a brothel."


I didn't reply, but I bowed my head deeply while waiting for the man to continue.


He raised his hand, which was adorned with a beautiful and expensive-looking Rolex watch, which seemed like it was enough to buy me my freedom for a week, which is quite expensive.


"What I mean is that tomorrow, at the same time as I'm busy talking to you, a man and some others will have a meeting. I need you to be present in the room, and I'll pay for your time. Act naturally, and eavesdrop on their conversation."


I nodded.


"You would have been perfect for his brother if you weren't a prostitute."


It could be seen that the man's mouth wasn't clean. He stared at my eyes, which looked as clear as glass, and my skin, which was nothing short of fine porcelain.


Rose, as my name says, said, If I were given one, it would look so sharp against my skin; it would make me look like a fairytale that slipped into the world.


"Stay in the room for a while before you leave, just so if we are suspected by him, it would look like we were having an affair after all."