"What is your name?"
In the brothel's backyard, the Brothel Manager, who was training a newly purchased girl's demeanor, walked up to Elise, lifted her chin with the rod in his hand, and asked indifferently.
It was nearly noon by then, with three suns aligned above, casting splendid sunlight.
However, the sunlight was splendid yet not warm.
The seventeen girls, sold to the brothel yesterday, were lined up in a row, having watched a round of soliciting clients and had been standing there since morning.
Throughout the process, any movement, any drooping posture, or any wiping of sweat would bring about a hit from the rod.
Unlike the other sixteen girls, Elise now lacked strength but not willpower.
Therefore, all morning, Elise made no mistakes and was not beaten.
This was even more noticeable than making a mistake.
The Brothel Manager, deciding to test Elise, came to ask her only when the training was almost over, wanting to see Elise's limits.
