Someone offered their "merchandise".

It's early in the noon, during that time of the day most people tend to ignore your work and place, afterall usually in the night do the lonely, **** or rich will spend their cash for your ladies's services, stolen or otherwise doesn't really matter to you, after all you're once a criminal, so being used to the dark side of humanity is pretty much old tales to you.

For now it's been rather dull, you give your employees their wages, with some you settle certain debts, make sure their in good health, have a fresh supply of contraceptives ready and most of all the rooms where your clients shall make do of your ladies will be clean and tidy. But it seems today won't be so uninteresting after all.

You hear a knock on your establishment, the experience women in your establishment perk up to the source of the noise, they quickly eyed you irritated at the one interrupting their peace while their look feels like a hard request, almost like an order for you to deal with it.

Well you're the boss so you better handle it.

Opening the door, you quickly saw a man in a brown business suit, with a brown top hat, he seems to be a merchant a rich one but his lack of lavish jewelry does mean he didn't come from someone to be in a very high position or maybe he just puts them away knowing how things in the side of town are. His shoes speak otherwise it's crafted with expensive leather but drenched in mud, which could indicate that he's a hardworking one. That is good, there's a big chance that he's not one of those spoiled rotten ones.

Behind him seems to be a woman, her age seems to be in 19 to early 20s she has mildly tan skin, her hair is short only reaching near her neck, eyes of black that eyed with that it almost feel emotionless, this one probably experience a lot of hardships in life with her clothes looking like rags with dirt staining every inch of her.

"Hello there fine sir, I would like to talk to you, if that's ok?" The merchant said his words feel like a well rehearsed line but you feel not a hint of animosity.

"As long as it's not about my business's services sure, as you know we are closed during the day and open at night." You replied causing the man in front of you to let out a chuckle.

"Of course of course, I'll make this quick, yesterday there's this, well how do we put it, a rich asshole died from a heart attack no less, when hell finally have a chance dark his sorry excuse of an ass to hell all sorts of people claiming to be his relatives arrive and rob his mansion." The merchant eyed you then turning his look to the woman behind him, you mirrored his actions quickly putting two and two together.

"I tried to get on the action, I gotten some pricey trinkets and well this young lady right here, turns out the bastard likes submissive slaves in his household for cleaning and the shits, so with people not caring for her I decided to bring her with me, but as you see, I'm not an asshole like that man, I may do shady businesses but I have standards, but I'm no saint either I can't just take care of this one, so after I heard from a friend that there's this place which treats it's employees well I decided to just sell her here."

You raised an eyebrow, what he's telling is the truth, not a single word a lie, but still while questionable he does make a valid point.

"You want to sell her in a whore house? Why not in an orphanage or bring her to her relatives?" You said.

"Tried that, turns out this one doesn't have a family ask her if you want, been to the orphanage a few hours ago and they are full and under budget at the time being."

His expression changed into a more serious one he looked at you intently.

"Look if I want to I could just sold her to some man in the streets and who knows what they would do to her or worst just abandon her like a sick dog, but I'm not gonna not out of the goodness of my heart, oh no, nono I already said I'm no saith I just want to uphold my reputation and speaking of reputation this brothel have a better one than those others so I'm telling you Mr. Manager take the deal."

Again you ponder this is certainly a unique case, you can drive this man away but like what future holds for the woman behind him might not be a good one. Also another employee wouldn't hurt your establishment both as woman of pleasure or the very least someone who cleans the place.

You pull out your hand, a firm gesture as you accept the deal while the other grab your wallet.

"Good choice Mr. Manager I assure you, you won't regret it."

Your eyes dart from the man to the woman, her emotionless eyes make you feel uneasy but the deal is done so might as well make the most of it.