Meretrix 02,
"She thinks she's so smart and beautiful with little tricks up her sleeve?" Darcia scoffed to no one in particular.
Not being able to shake off the feeling of humiliation at the bathhouse, she gritted her teeth and slammed her hand on the table.
The mirror in front of her shook, steadied by her hand on the side.
Looking at the mirror, Darcia sighed and looked behind at the others chatting and giggling at the jokes they used to entertain themselves.
"Darcia!" One of the ladies waved her hand, beckoning her over.
The rest all sat in a circle and awaited Darcia's approach.
Reluctantly, she pushed back on her chair and got up, walking towards the center of the room.
Her hands akimbo, she raised a brow, "is there a reason I was called, Hema? I'm not in the mood for all these."
Chestnut, wavy hair clumsily hangs over a delicate yet beautiful face. Beady blue eyes, set low within their sockets blinked at Darcia with initial confusion.
