It's a cliché question, but in this moment it popped into your head. 'How exactly did your life come to this?' You shake your head as if the thought could tumble out one ear or the other. All of that makes no difference now. You're here. This is your reality.

The madame had just finished going over the kitchen rules. You really hopped there wasn't anything too out of the ordinary as your mind was on other things. You follow the buxom woman up a flight of stairs to a landing with rows of doors lining a hallway that extends in both directions.

Most doors were closed, the rooms clearly being used if the noises emanating from them. The doorways that remained open were filled with women of all shapes, sizes, and demeanors. No matter their differences, they all had one thing in common. The way they looked at you. It was a very a very specific mix. It was assessing. It was judging. There was a hint of pity. There was a startling amount of desire.

The madame stopped at an open door three quarters of the way down the hall.

"This'n belonged ta Abi, bless'er. Ye kinda remind o'her." She said studying you for a moment then moving on.

"I'll give ye an hour er so ta get yer self ready. After that yer door's ta be open if ye ain't with a guest between 6pm'n 6am. Ye can break yer fast at 630. Then do whatever ye want, within the rules, till 6."

She gives you one more once over. Then clicks her tongue and begins walking away down the hall. "Good luck, deary!"