"How do you feel after serving all those clients, my dear Letty? Do you think you've served your country well?" Letty Langdon was dragged out of bed with so many bite marks, fingernail cuts, and tons of hickeys on her fair skin. To top it all off, her core throbbed like she was sitting on fire.
She never had to lift a finger to do anything, yet, many men and women fell at her feet, willingly worshipping her for her beauty and status. Now, she was reduced to a plaything at a brothel, and her fiance didn't even contact her. She was anxious, but still chose not to resign herself to whatever situation she was currently in. Help would come, and she would wait for as long as she had to.
"You answer me when I ask you a question!" The hostess fired at her, making her flinch at her words. However, Letty didn't know what to say.
