I stepped inside the room, the door clicking shut behind me. The bed was narrow and uninviting.
Both girls were already there, waiting. The one with the smeared eyeliner was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a cigarette between her fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. She didn’t say a word, just stared at me.
The other girl stood by the small dresser, holding a folded set of clothes.
"Get your clothes," the girl by the dresser said flatly, tossing the folded bundle onto the bed without even looking at me.
I didn’t move right away. My feet felt glued to the floor.
"What are you waiting for?” the one on the floor muttered, flicking ash into an empty glass. “You think anyone’s going to save you? Change. The Madam doesn’t like disobedient ones.” She added. I swallowed hard,
