Jean led Alexa into a district. "Welcome to the flower shop, home of the mistresses. You will also live here now." Jean said.The area was called "The Florist" because, strangely enough, rich men kept their prostitutes in the same area. The comfort women, 'the flowers', everyone called them. From the agencies or brothels that brought them up, they became not just men's pleasures, but more like "concubines" who influenced the mind of a king. Sometimes a flower is asked to spend a night with a rich man to persuade him to make an important decision, with sweet talk and manipulation of course, not with business tactics. And believe me, it works! Of course, the flower has to be good at seduction, manipulation and deception, they are trained for that. Alexa didn't come from an agency or a brothel, so she didn't know anything about the florist's accommodation and wondered why the mistresses had to live in one. But she didn't say anything because she was very grateful that Jean had bought h

"I honestly want her to take my virginity."After the argument, Jean called Alexa to say he couldn't come over tonight because he was busy."That's too bad. I've already decorated my room for our first night." Alexa said from the phone."I'm sorry, darling. I'll be all yours in the next morning."And indeed, that night, after a long day's work, Jean relaxed alone in his warm bath. Like Alexa, he loved to drown himself in the bath. When he was almost out of breath, he would lift his head out of the water."She belongs to my brother." Jean thought.After he finished the bath, his father came to his room. He quickly put on a clothes and opened the door for him."I heard you had a row with Gilbert," his father said, sitting at his desk."We didn't have a serious fight, fatjer.""Then why did he bruise your nose? Jean, I already know everything. Gilbert told me that you were after his girl. I know you like hookers, but don’t touch this one, she belongs to your brother.""I'm not with Gilbe

Alexa has spent two decades in an environment where a small scandal being spread online could ruin one's career. This emphasizes the importance of having a good reputation. A good name is crucial. Twenty years is ample time to embody that ideal. While attending the ballet academy, Alexa aspired to become a professional ballerina. When some of her friends were caught selling themselves to guests, they were immediately expelled from the academy. Their dreams were destroyed, regardless of their incredible talent.Her coach used to say :“Everyone has faults and sins, but it's important to conceal it if you want a successful life. Show a pleasant personality and be an hypocrite, if needed.” At the time, she was still called Moon-young.Moon-young was taught to present herself as: a good, pure and innocent girl, like the first snow that falls in winter. She was also expected to be smart, well-mannered, and behave like the daughter of a famous CEO. Moon-young did not express her sexuality a

"What's happened to this week's party?" Alexa asked. She was shocked to find that the dining room had transformed significantly. Previously, the dining room looked elegant with gold shades and many celebrated painters' works. However, now it was painted in the colours red and black, giving out a silent and creepy vibe.Alexa sarcastically remarked, "It's as if safan worshippers are gping to have their dinner here."Jean allowed Alexa to go to work so that she could experience and explore more of her slutty nature. He instructed Mr. Reverie not to allow anyone to touch her woman. Jean felt relieved to remember that the female staff working at Reverie's dinner parties were not going to get penetrated. Before she leaving, he said to Alexa,"After returning home, show me what you learnt at the party."Apart from this one night, Alexa was unaware that 11 men were going to fuck her."You should not be here, young lady," A man behind Alexa spoke.The dinner party had not yet started, the gir

When Gilbert arrived at the florist's neighborhood that night to search for Alexa, he noticed a purple twinkling house where a party was taking place. He parked his car in the courtyard and walked towards the house without hesitation. The music was excessively loud, sounding more like Victoria Secret fashion show music than rock and roll party music."I hope I won't see a disgusting orgy." said Gilbert, taking a deep breath before he opened the door. "I want Alexa back."Opening the door, he saw what he never expected."What on earth, is this how high-end escorts celebrate?"The house appeared more like a fine dining establishment with purple lighting. Not a soul rose for a dance, they all sat tidily at their assigned dining tables, relishing the indulgent cakes delicately presented on the table, along with fruits, chocolates, and sweets. The ladies were dressed in antique Victorian gowns and sat with table manners as if they were the king's daughters. Their style was not overdone, b