"You're still very young, aren't you? How old are you?"
"Twenty-five years, sir."
"What a perfect age. You pass, then!"
"Pass? M-meaning, Sir?"
"I want you to be my mistress, how about that? Do you agree?"
"WHAT? Are you delirious, Sir? Mistress? Who are you to say such a thing to me?"
"Don't sell too much ... I've paid a pretty high price to get a diamond in the middle of a pile of trash."
"W-what? You mean ...."
"Didn't madam tell you that she had sold you to every man who was willing to pay a high price for her?"
A conversation between Brenda and a man wearing a red bow tie tuxedo and a mask that only covers the left side of his face. The mask made of gold and showing the curve of her sharp nose and thick red lips on the bottom and right dimple adds to the charm of every woman, but not for Brenda! She was still in shock to hear that Anthony had sold her to every man as if she were merchandise that had been kept for something bigger.
A few hours earlier,
Brenda, who is still on campus, suddenly receives a call from Anthony asking her to meet one of her VVIP guests. Brenda, who didn't understand what Anthony meant at first, felt reluctant, but she remembered that if this androgynous man had helped her, then Brenda couldn't help but repay her kindness.
Currently,
Brenda, who has been completely made over by several of Anthony's household assistants, is now preparing to meet the VVIP guest that Anthony was referring to. A dark blue dress with a V slit right on the chest, perfumed with Peony perfume, and black stilettos with heels swooping down sharply to cover Brenda's legs and toes. The smooth white skin that had been hidden by him all this time had now become the spectacle of many people. Her brunette hair was turned into wavy curls at each end, a wash of lip tint covered her thin lips and her big, round eyes were dark blue like sea water in the moonlight at night.
"You are very beautiful, Miss Brenda. It would not be wrong if Mr. Anthony chose you to meet our VVIP guest." Said one of Anthony's household assistants with a smile.
"Actually, who is the VVIP guest that Mr. Anthony is referring to? Is it an important person?" asked Brenda curiously.
"Very! Very important, Miss Brenda. Therefore, you should never make a mistake, let alone make her angry."
Brenda was getting curious and scared at the same time and worried that she would do the opposite to the VVIP guest.
"Are you nervous?" asked an aged maid holding Brenda's two open shoulders.
"Hopefully I didn't do anything wrong," said Brenda.
"Don't worry, Miss Brenda. Someone will help you." Said the middle-aged maidservant with a smile.
Brenda just put on a flat expression, not long after, a woman in a fiery red tube dress that was very eye-catching and showed her very seductive curves.
"Are you Brenda Carletta?" asked the woman with a cynical look, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Yes, I'm Brenda Carletta. Who are you?" asked Brenda with her blue irises flat.
"I'm Margareth, Mr. Anthony's confidant. He asked me to help you tonight."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Margareth-"
"I'm not happy to meet let alone meet you!" said Margareth suddenly cutting off Brenda's words.
Brenda fell silent. She felt increasingly uncomfortable in Anthony's house.
"Isn't it finished yet? Our VVIP guest is waiting. Wonder what Mr. Anthony saw in her! Her face is not attractive at all! How could she possibly accompany that person!"
'That person? Who is this woman referring to?' Brenda muttered as she looked at herself in the make-up.
"I'll give him five minutes and he should be done!" Firmly the woman named Margareth squinted sharply at Brenda. "He's our special guest, don't let this new kid leave this place!" Margareth continued, slamming the door to Anthony's room loudly until it echoed throughout the room.
"That's scary-" Brenda immediately covered her mouth with her hands, glancing at the middle-aged woman who was doing her hair.
"It's okay, Miss Brenda. You'll also get used to the attitude of people like Miss Margareth.
Brenda was just silent and lamenting her fate which could never be separated from the word "unlucky"! Leaving the Broody family now into a place that until now was not clear to Brenda.
Brak!
"How? Is she ready?" Margareth's loud voice startled Brenda and the woman who helped tidy up her appearance.
"Yes, she is ready, Miss Margareth." The woman replied, helping Brenda up and out with a woman named Margaret.
"Remember! Don't do anything that could make the guest angry and leave this place! He is very important, so you must serve him well!"
Brenda, who looks curious, immediately said, "Who is that person, Miss Margareth? Why should I serve that person? Could it be that you mean ..."
"You just talk too much Miss Brenda! Just do as I tell you! After all, Mr. Anthony has given me full power while he's not here!" The woman smirked down the stairs with Brenda and many pairs of eyes looked at the two women with eyes like a hungry African lion. Brenda, who was wearing a skimpy and sexy dress for the first time, felt very uncomfortable, especially in the gazes of the men in expensive suits who stared at her with lust.
"Good evening, Sir. You are very handsome." Margareth said touching the chest of a blonde-haired man in a black tuxedo with a seductive smile.
"You are, as usual, Miss Margareth, beautiful and eye-catching." The man replied, kissing the back of Margareth's right hand while glancing mischievously.
'W-what was that? What exactly is this place? Where will this woman take me?' mumbled Brenda starting to get scared.
Brenda and Margareth walked down the path in Anthony's garden. Brenda, who looked familiar with the road, looked around and the decorative lamps were covered in circular lampshades with lily flower ornaments on the outside.
The two of them now arrived at a building that looked like a small hut but had a dark brown oak door and again there was a flower decoration in the lower left corner of the door.
'Why are there so many floral ornaments in this place? Is Mr. Anthony the romantic type?' Brenda muttered as she saw Margareth silent and standing in front of the oak door shut.
"M-Miss? What's wrong?" Brenda asked, a little worried.
However, Margareth did not answer Brenda's question and the woman knocking on the brown oak door took a deep breath.
"Are you here? Come in." Margareth danced on Brenda's hand when she heard a deep male voice from inside the place.
"Good evening, Sir. How are you? Long time no see." Margareth's smile was still holding Brenda's hand.
"How are you, Miss Margareth? You, as usual, always look beautiful and hypnotize the eyes of every man who sees that beautiful body." replied a well-built man holding a footed glass of red wine in his left hand and covering one side of his face with a gold mask.
"She-" the man glanced at Brenda with one eye unmasked.
"Oh, she is madam's 'delivery', Sir. She cannot accompany you and she will accompany you." Margaret's smile let go of her hand and gently pushed Brenda away. "But, sir... why didn't you choose me? Usually, you always ask me to accompany you. But why now ...." Margaret suddenly sat down and approached the man, pampering him, but the man stood up and approached him. Brenda was standing in front of him.
"What's your name?" asked the man with his sky-blue irises.
"B-Brenda Carleta, Sir." Bow down.
The masked man lifted Brenda's chin, and left the woman's face sideways, looking intently at each jaw and the outline of her face. "Perfect! Madam never disappoints me!" a satisfied smile. Margareth, who heard the masked man's words, was very angry and upset. The woman rolled her blue irises at Brenda who was still confused by the situation she was in right now.
"This-" the man handed him a goblet and filled it with red wine.
"I-I can't drink, Sir."
"Master, let me take his place." Margareth was about to grab Brenda's glass of red wine.
"Sorry, Miss Margareth. However, you are only a courier who delivers 'my shipment' here. So, after 'my stuff' arrives, that means your task has also been completed." Said the masked man taking back Brenda's glass.
Margaret, who felt humiliated, did not accept it and immediately left the two of them. Brenda just lowered her face as the woman walked in front of her with a hateful expression. "Miss Brenda, why are you still standing there? Your job is to accompany me, so what are you waiting for?" The masked man smiled showing a row of white teeth.
"Ah, w-well Sir." Brenda sat closer, looking stiff because this was the first time she'd had to accompany a guest. Slightly hesitant, Brenda lifted her head, looking at the irises of a man with a mint and clove fragrance rising from his body. "Beautiful-" Brenda covered her mouth.
"What did you just say, Miss Brenda?" the man asked curiously.
"N-nothing, Sir." Brenda drank her red wine in one gulp, as a result, the woman coughed and felt dizzy in her head.
"You don't know how to drink, do you?"
"I already told you, I'm not good at drinking! Why are you still being forced!" said Brenda cleaning the upper right corner of her lips in an angry tone. "Why do you look upset?" asked the masked man, slightly surprised.
"I'm annoyed because I've been forced to! Never profited, always tortured! What have I done in my past life? Tell me! Tell me!" Brenda suddenly grabbed the masked man's tuxedo collar and the two of them were far away on top of each other on a sofa meeting eyes.
"Hah, you seem very aggressive, Miss Brenda." The masked man smiled at Brenda's ocean blue eyes, but not long after, the street painter's long slender fingers accidentally opened the man's mask and Brenda instantly widened her eyes, "You-"