Chapter 8Beyond tired, a combination of exhaustion and alcohol prompted Sela to hire a domicile. The owner’s audacity in promoting a room with basic facilities as elegant accommodation annoyed her, but her weariness failed to argue. They sold rooms sometimes for sleep, more often for s*x. A thought to set her heart pounding, though she longed for the first, mourned for the latter.
A sudden rush of alcohol made her lightheaded. So, too, did the question over whether anyone changed the bedding after the last occupant. No matter. She would sleep on top of the bed, in her clothes, and she shouldn’t complain about having chosen one of the cheapest quarters, her share of the funds the same as the rest of the crew. Not their fault she had little left. She shouldn’t have bought the dress.
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