Away from the soldier's camp, Silvia sat in the brothel staring at the paper in her hands. She couldn't believe what she was holding now as she believed she would never see this again after the stranger last night left with it.
She had to thank a customer who once fancied her enough to show her name which she had forgotten what it looked like after years of not writing or seeing it.
Silvia was one of the few servants that remained in the brothel. There were young girls recently bought who didn't know where to run off to. They had already gotten used to this being their new home and didn't know the dangers that were within the brothel to think of running like everyone else.
Silvia didn't have anywhere to go. She was well known as a woman from the brothel so the second she stepped out of her, there would be men looking to take her. Men who would expect her to lie with them for free.
