Dolores’ green eyes moved sharply across the room. She was dressed in a satin gown and had on excess expensive jewelries. Her smoky eye make up accentuated her eye colour perfectly. She nodded in approval as the girls displayed their beauties.

“Hurry up, girls. A good courtesan knows the value of time”, she said.

The girls hurried to change their clothes or accessories that she told them to.

“My queen, your daughter is here”, her assistant said.

“Which of them?”, she asked with a bored expression.

“Lima”, her assistant answered.

“Lima? I’m surprised she still knows the way to her mother’s house”, Dolores said sarcastically.

“Should I let her in?.”...