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At Madam Alora's Brothel.

Janet: Come, Lara, let's go in.

Lara: No, you didn't tell me we were going to a hotel.

Janet frowned as she stood at the gate entrance to her madam's brothel. She had previously traveled to her village to bring Lara, all because she wanted to help Lara escape poverty.

Janet: Lara, I can't keep standing out here with you. If you don't want to go in, fine! You can continue to stand out here alone, as I have a lot of work to do inside, and my madam has been calling me since morning.

Lara frowned.

Lara was a light-skinned beauty, very attractive, and she wasn't foolish enough not to know where Janet had taken her.

She knew Janet's parents were poor and also lived in the village, but with the kind of lifestyle and beautiful dresses Janet wore most times, she couldn't help but admire them, as she mostly wore rags.

Lara: I need to go back home to the village. I cannot go in there with you.

Madam Alora stepped out and saw Janet standing by the gate. She remembered that Janet had taken permission from her to travel to her village to bring her best friend to the city, as Janet had even promised her that her best friend was beautiful and super attractive.

It was 6:30 PM, and soon most of her eligible customers who patronize them would be coming into her brothel, and she had only four internal ladies working: Janet, Sophia, Edith, and Mimi. She didn't accept many older ladies as they proved too stubborn for her to handle and also wanted to know her secrets. Besides, she mostly had young men coming into her brothel to patronize her ladies.

Madam Alora: What's going on there, Janet?

Janet: Good evening, ma. It's my friend I spoke to you about. She doesn't want to come inside and has been standing out here by the gate since we arrived.

Madam Alora: Hmph. It's alright. You go inside; I'm coming.

Madam Alora walked out, dressed in a black short gown that barely reached her knees, revealing her dark thighs as she wore red slippers and walked majestically outside to the gate. Her eyes grew bigger as she saw the beauty goddess standing out there beside her gate, with her tattered traveling bag that she had brought from the village.

Lara: Good evening, ma.

Madam Alora: Yes, welcome. Why are you standing out here by the gate? Come inside.

Lara: No, ma. Isn't this a hotel?

Madam Alora frowned and forced a fake smile as she replied.

Madam Alora: No, my dear. Or what do you know a hotel to be? Have you been to one before?

Lara: No, ma, but...

Lara peeked inside the gate and saw some ladies dressed in almost exposed wear, and she gulped and shook her head again.

Lara: Please, ma, help me call Janet. I need to go back home to the village; I cannot go in there.

Lara began to cry, and Madam Alora's eyes narrowed at her.

Madam Alora had been getting calls from high and mighty rich men requesting beautiful young ladies to warm their beds. Seeing the cute, light-skinned lady standing out by her gate without any makeup, she shook her head and spoke,

Madam Alora: Do you have your transport fare to go back home to the village?

Lara slowly sniffed as she stared up at Madam Alora's face.

Lara: No, ma.

Madam Alora: Then you will have to work for it. Are you coming inside or not? And mind you, this is not a hotel. I actually gave Janet money to travel to your village and bring you here, as she spoke about you disturbing her to come with her to the city. And now you just got here and want to go back to your village again! How ungrateful of you to come to my home and insult me first, without even saying thank you, ma.

Lara held her traveling bag and apologized.

Lara: I'm sorry, ma.

Madam Alora: Keep your sorry to yourself and come inside now, before I ask my guards to lock the gate again.

Lara stood speechless for a while, not knowing what to do. She finally pushed the gate open and walked in, and she could hear the faint sound of music coming out from the beautiful mansion in front of her as she tagged along with Madam Alora, who walked majestically towards the house frontage, and they walked into the beautiful living room.

Madam Alora: Janet!

Janet: Yes, Madam.

Madam Alora: Show your friend to her room, and prepare her.

Lara: No... *refuses*

Madam Alora: What do you mean by no?! Aren't you going back to the village again? Look, I don't have time to waste on you, and you better be quick to move with Janet, else I will call my guards now to throw you out this minute.

Lara gulped and stared at the rest of the young ladies standing in the beautiful living room, decorated with golden chandeliers, golden seats, and golden curtains, as the living room was painted in off-white color, and Janet spoke to her.

Janet: Come, Lara, let's go.

Lara hesitated and finally followed Janet, knowing the beautiful woman wasn't joking about throwing her out.

They walked into a room painted in pink, and Janet kindly collected her tattered traveling bag from her hand and spoke to her.

Janet: Lara, I know you're still finding it hard to believe this is what I do here in the city, but it's not prostitution.

Lara: Liar! You're lying to me. You should have told me before now. I told you I don't want to sleep with any man for money; I don't want to lose my virginity until I'm married.

Janet: Hmph. I'm sorry, but what's the point of keeping it? You, your sister, brother, and mother could barely feed, as your father is old, and your mother knew before she ran to him and married him, knowing he already had a family before. Did she think about her virginity or about any of you that she brought into this world?

Lara: Shut up! And don't you dare insult my mother!

Janet: I'm not. I'm only being honest with you. Look, I'm using the latest iPhone; I have a car here, and do you think I have all that by keeping my virginity?

Lara: Shut up, Janet! That's you, not me. If you had told me beforehand that it's prostitution, I wouldn't have followed you here. Now your madam said I have to work for my transportation fare back to the village, and how will I work for it? If it's with my virginity, I cannot sleep with a man for money, so it's best you borrow me the money, let me go back to the village tonight.

Janet burst out laughing and replied.

Janet: No, Lara, you're not going anywhere. I wish I could borrow you my money and give it to you for free, but you see, any money I get from going out, my madam takes 70% and gives me only 30%, and it's not even enough for me to take care of myself, let alone give to you.

Lara frowned.

Lara: You should have told me, why, Janet?

Lara began to sob.

Janet: I'm sorry, Lara. Let's hurry up and bathe before it's 8 PM, so we can eat and have some time to prepare before we leave.

Lara: Leave me alone. I'm not eating or preparing to go anywhere with you. You wicked fellow.

Janet smirked and walked past Lara to take her bath in her bathroom, as the room was hers, and since Lara was new, her madam hadn't yet given Lara a room of her own in the executive mansion.

Lara continued to sob. A few minutes later, Janet stepped out, tying a white towel around herself with water dripping down from her body.

Janet: It's your turn now, go in and bathe.

Lara: No, you leave me alone; I'm not going anywhere with you.

Janet: What has come over you, Lara? If you don't do it quickly, then be ready to leave, as my madam is a little hot-tempered.

Lara sniffed, not having any other choices; she walked towards the bathroom door and stood by the door.

Lara: Where's the towel I will use?

Janet: There are still about five neat towels in there; I hardly use them, although we have a dry cleaner that washes our clothes, so I'm sure they're still neat.

Lara stomped her feet on the ground and angrily walked into the bathroom to bathe.

The bathroom was beautiful compared to the local outdoor bathroom they used in her village, as they were truly very poor, as her mother had actually gone ahead and married an already married man with grown-up kids.

Lara had step-siblings, but they weren't close, as her mother was very fair and almost white in complexion, making her fair-skinned too, but her younger sister, Esther, was black like their father, while her younger brother, Amos, was light-skinned like her.

They could barely feed, as her mother later sold fruits in the village square, as her aged father didn't care about them anymore and only used her mother to satisfy his sexual urges, even though it resulted in them.

Lara knew Janet was right, but she vowed not to sleep with any man until she got married.