(WARNING! This Chapter contains brutal adult themes).
I sat perched on the roof of the building opposite the brothel, overlooking the balcony of the room where I knew the woman would be located, awaiting her next customer. The only reason she endured Mister Legrand’s brutality was because the owner of the brothel expected her to. He paid a lot of money to do the things he did, good money and since greed and money ruled the world, the woman was forced to suffer for the sake of paying for her little girl’s education. I was dressed in a pair of cream trousers, my brown leather boots, a flowy white shirt, brown corset that matched my brown fingerless gloves and belt. My twin daggers hung from that very belt as a brown coat hung from my shoulders, the hood drawn up to hide my face. The sun
