Dear Melchior,
I've heard about Wendla from Ferendorf. I wish you'd have told me sooner, but nevertheless, thank you for your most recent letter. I am doing well, I suppose, as the bruises from Gustav are clearing up and don't hurt as much anymore. Life as a model is demanding, Melchi, so I cannot contact you as often as I'd like. Some days I do nothing but lie on a bed for twelve hours with no breaks. The next day I may go to a party and not be fit to be out and about for another two days. Life is hard, but it''s better than it was a few years ago.
When I first arrived here in Priapia, the artists and other models viewed as nothing more than a child. But, now they view me a woman, and treat me as such. Although, all men do not treat women the same. Sometimes, when I am need of money, I take any modeling job that is offered. Henry is always there to paint me as something, but I never allow him to unless I have no other choice. Henry is a terrible man, with a great, purple nose and tough, leathery hands. He scares me Melchi, and he tries to. Once I enter his lodgings, it's practically impossible for me to leave without sneaking away. Last week, he didn't let me leave until I made love to him. I tried to run but he caught me and made me stay an extra three days for running.
The world can be scary, Melchior. I find it terrifying. It's even more scary to have to take chances and do things that we don't want to. But, you have to think, where would anyone be without taking those chances and doing those things? Life is hard, Melchi, but somehow, I know it'll get better. And, one day, I believe that everything will be okay.
Lots of love and hope for the future,
Ilse.