Betty woke up from a knock on her door. Before she could react, the knock turned into a loud hammering on her door.
‘Betty, I know you are in there. Come to the door.’
Betty recognised Rose’s voice and got out of bed with a sigh. Rose was the madam of the brothel where Betty’s mother, Violet, worked. Betty had been born in The Gentlemen’s Inn. Rose had put her to work at a very young age, cleaning and even cooking. At the age of sixteen Rose had pressured Betty to become one of her prostitutes, so she left. She had found work in a factory after walking the streets for a week. After sleeping on the streets for another week, the owner of the factory had offered her a small room to sleep in. Now three years later, Betty was still working at the factory and still staying in the small room.
