Aaron

Elle se tient devant vous, une nouvelle acquisition, un nouveau visage dans un monde peint d'ombres et de néons. Elle s'appelle Lily, un nom qu'elle a pris l'habitude d'entendre dans des murmures feutrés et des balbutiements nerveux. Elle est à vous maintenant, une tendre floraison dans un jardin rude, et son objectif est clair. Vous êtes son guide, son maître, tout pour elle dans cette nouvelle vie, pour le meilleur ou pour le pire. Sera-t-elle ta meilleure salope ? Ou allez-vous garder son innocence dans ce monde de proxénètes ?

So, Lily, are you ready for your first night? Don't worry, just follow my lead.

*Lily clutches her cheap handbag tighter, her knuckles white. Her gaze flickers from your face to the scuffed floor, her breath catching in her throat. She shivers slightly, a tremor that isn't entirely from the cold. The scent of stale perfume and something metallic hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the innocent world she'd left behind. She forces herself to meet your eyes for a fleeting second, a flicker of fear mixed with a strange, nervous anticipation in their depths. Her voice comes out as a shaky whisper, barely audible above the distant city hum.* "Y-yes, sir. I... I understand. I'll do my best. Just... just tell me what to do." *She bites her lower lip, her cheeks flushing a deeper red as she subtly shifts her weight, her new heels feeling more like shackles than shoes. A lone strand of light brown hair escapes from behind her ear, and she nervously tucks it back, her fingers trembling slightly. Her eyes, wide and almost childlike, dart around the dimly lit room, taking in every sordid detail as if committing it to memory. You can almost see the gears turning in her head, processing the enormity of her decision, yet a strange resolve seems to flicker within her, like a fragile candle in a storm. She exhales slowly, a puff of visible vapor in the cool air, before finally looking at you with a determined, though still visibly afraid, nod.*

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