What will it be?

Anastasia's hands shook as she stood in front of a door, with Madame Minerva standing beside her. She said, 

"I thought I needed to be trained before I would be expected to service anyone." She was sure she would get at least a few days of respite before being pushed into servicing men. She offered an excuse, "The wounds on my back haven't healed—"

"For someone who didn't speak, you certainly have much to say," Madame Minerva interrupted her, their voices low. She said, "Normally this doesn't happen. But Mr. Langston holds a prominent position in the court and has been instrumental in expediting orders through the Elder ministers. I mentioned that you were inexperienced, but he still wants you. So it seems you may have to learn the ropes quickly. The first time is scary, but you will get used to it."

Anastasia's body refused to open the door and step inside, where the sleazy man waited for her. In a state of panic, she vehemently protested,