THE MAID OF MADRID
It was humiliating, but I tied my silver lace mask tightly over my eyes, trying to hide behind the persona of Luna.
When I pushed open the heavy door to the primary private room, a wave of pure nausea hit my throat.
A fat, older man was sitting on the center sofa. He was completely naked, his massive stomach folding over his lap, and his private parts were entirely out in the open. He was slowly rubbing his thighs, his eyes bloodshot and watery as he stared at me. He was utterly disgusting, and a deep sense of horror filled my chest. I had not signed up for this kind of rubbish.
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