Begin your career in a bordello

You nod, reluctantly. ?I?ll do it.?

?Mahvelahs!? she says. ?Of course, thou needest a bath and some new clothes. You shall begin tomorrow night!?

You finish your soup, then she helps you to her version of a sponge bath, giving you some cloths and some hot water. Afterwards, she shows you to your room (presumably where the sick prostitute was staying) where she lays out some clothes. She also shows you some scented oils that you are expected to rub into yourself. ?I just noticed how white thine teeth are. What is thine secret??

?Just lucky, I guess,? you reply.

?Hrmph!? she says again, but doesn?t question you further. Leaving you to yourself, you crawl into bed for what might your last relaxing (relative speaking) night for quite a while. You fall asleep instantly.

The white room fades in, and once again you?re in the middle, stark naked. You?re the only thing in here this time. No hands. No whispers. Cold. Goosebumps flush your entire body. Cold, and alone. The walls appear ten feet away but feel as if they?re closing in. Closer. Closer?

The first night at the bordello proves to be uneventful, as you stay in your room all night without a visitor. You speak with the brothel keeper (whose name you have learned is Alison), who lets you know that the night was busy, but that none of the men would pay to spend it with you. You feel slightly offended yet relieved all at the same time. Perhaps your week of indentured servitude will go by easy after all!

The second night looks to be much the same, but late in the evening a knock lands on your door. Enters a man with a dark cloak and a wide brimmed hat. He?s thin and short, perhaps an inch or two taller than yourself. His face is covered in shadow.

?Hello,? you say, not inviting but not unwelcoming either. He says nothing, but takes off his cloak and climbs into bed. Climbing on top of you, his lips gently meet yours, briefly. Soft and inviting, the kiss is better than you would expect. You remove the hat, then look into his sparkling eyes. And then it hits you.

?You?re a girl!? you squeal. Looking closer, you notice the stranger?s hair wound tightly.

?Shhh!? she says. ?Women are not allowed here. I have to dress up like this to get in. Please, don?t tell thine boss. You don?t have to if you don?t want to.? With that, she leans in to kiss you again. Her mouth melts into yours, but you don?t respond to her kiss, still too stunned to act. Leaning back on the bed, she unties her light brown hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. ?Thou art beautiful,? she says. And she?s stunning. And smiling at you. And waiting for you to make up your mind.