Veronica POV
She’d been practicing every night—humming just enough to daze the clients without fully losing control. It was still new, still risky, but it was working. More money. Less effort. She’d been making the same amount of money in one night as she previously did in a week—and she didn’t even need to take off her underwear.
Everything was working out great—well, everything except the other girls.
Veronica was in the middle of counting her money backstage at her vanity, ready to take a sip of her drink, when Gemma, ‘accidentally’ walked into her from behind. The drink spilled over her brand new outfit, but Veronica closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath—instead of getting angry.
These girls were savages, and Veronica—having never learned how to fight, didn’t want to make them a
