Chapter 12

I'm in front of a mirror, watching my reflection with the desire to cry.

"Well then! My little cabbage does not look like this, you are beautiful!" Exclaims Lilia next to me in her shrill voice.

My stepdad took me backstage at a strip club, leaving me with the head pimp mother. For his auction, he has a priori privatized the "show" room of the latter so as not to have any inopportune visitors.

I'm not sure what horrifies me the most: the people in the room on the other side of the boxes, ready to participate in this circus, the other girls a priori happy with their fate, or my own outfit. Disgusted, I look at the set of fine red lace lingerie, with a matching suspender belt that I can see on my reflection. I think I've hit the bottom of the sordid... At the same time once sold, I don't know what to expect.

Lilia the madam, turns my head without regard for my inner disarray, in order to be able to make up my eyes, while complimenting me.