Cersei Waters was teen and four and already one of the star of the brothel.
An admirable assessment considering the girl was still a maid.
She was born in one of the brothel in King's Landing, her mother had been a lysenian whore and a mute. Beautiful and mute, a dream that came true, the customers would often said.
Her mother had had long white blond hair, aquamarine eyes, soft fair skin.
Cersei had inherit the fair skin of her mother, but her hair had a richer golden color and her eyes a beautiful light green.
At her birth her mother colleague had wanted to name her Cat, because of her feline eyes, but the mother shook her head and after standing and taking paper and ink, something no other whore in the brothel had ever possessed, she wrote something.
A customer solved the mystery he read aloud for all to hear "Her name is Cersei, she is a cat of a different coat" she didn't wrote nothing more and didn't give any more explanation, she took the paper and ripped it.
Lyssy , no one knew her real name, she never bothered to write it down, didn't give her daughter away, she paid so her little girl could live with her, she didn't took the offer of other brothel owner for "baby-whores", her daughter would live there and later she would have a dowry and marry a rich merchant.
Lyssy had been a pretty girl, but Cersei had the stuff for becoming a stunning beauty.
Cersei was a willful and proud little brat, she lived in the brothel with fifteen other "mothers" that she alternating loved and hated.
Lyssy died as Cersei was ten and two, she drank barrels of waters, but nothing could still her thirst. She ate but she emaciated to the bones. She went sleeping and didn't wake up anymore.
After her mother's death, the room that had always been her home, went to another girl. Cersei had to sleep in her mother's colleagues rooms or when occupied, in the kitchen.
Before even flowering Cersei started to work.
She didn't sleep with the customers yet, "No younger than five and teen, no older than thirty" was the brothel owner, the Madame, devise. Cersei used her mouth and hands for "reliving" her guests.
Her beauty and her skills convinced the owner to keep her, -for the soul of her dear mother- she often say, when asked how little Cersei could maintain her virtue. In true little Cersei was a magnet, many of the customers paid a pretty penny for Cersei mouth and hands, the madame was sure to sell her virginity for an elusive price.
She didn't want to lose a girl this beautiful, she thought it was a pity that Lyssy had ruined the girl putting in her head she was something better, but this was one of Cersei charme, and there were enough men happy to break her pride and confidence.
Three years passed by. The list of guests wanting to be "first" was very long. Cersei's maidenhead would be selled three moons turn after her teen and five namesday, there would be a Tourney and many noble customers would be in Kingslanding.
Lyssy had tried to teach Cersei how to write and read, unsuccessful, but Cersei had a talent for the count.
A week before her "debut" she had a talk with the Madame, about her debts.
"How much!?"
"Well you were born here"
"My mother paid for me, I've the papers"
"She paid till her death. Three years, the cost since then"
"Costs? I had no room, I slept in the kitchen! You fed me barely enough. That's all!"
"The clothes?"
"The used one from the girl"
"Three years. Eating, living, sleeping."
"I've worked for three years!"
"You are a maid…"
"You know what I did and I never saw any money! Don't think I'm dumb!"
After a little debating they settle for a sum, a sum that drained the life out of Cersei.
How many men should she give pleasure?
How many years of fake smiles?
She was something better, she knew this. With her beauty and her brain, she wouldn't be just a whore, she would own the place. No smallfolk or rich merchant for her, she would have a highborn lover or two and be rich and envied.
But first she had to pay her debt, she hoped her maidenhead would be rich sold.
The day of her debut, had been a sunny day before the jousting.
The madame was happy with her. In a silken gown of light green, Cersei was fresh and clean like nothing in the rotting Kings Landing.
Wine, food, laughter streamed through the brothel. Cersei had been proud of herself, as she looked at the many nobles she had bewitched in this three years.
She knew she was successful, she hadn't slept with anyone, but she had a room for herself, thanks to some generous visitors she had some lovely gowns
Most of her guests were there, a lot of nobility.

-They all want me - she thought a little bit scared, but pleased -They want your cunt. They want your blood and pain- whispered a voice in her head
-I'm like a queen, courted by many nobles- -You are more like a slave to be sold- continued the irritating voice. She hated the voice, she wanted to make her weak, to make her cringe. She ignored as much as she could. She had other more pressing stuff to think about.
Who would bid more? She had been born in a whorenhouse, she fellated men since her two and one, namesday, she wasn't an innocent maid, had never been, she knew everything a man could do to a woman. But she was different, wasn't she? She wouldn't have been sold like an animal, she chose to fuck the most rich one.
The voice inside her head started to laugh...she choose not to hear anymore.
"Well little bitch, today you are the Queen of whores" shouted Lea across the room, she couldn't stand the red haired slut, sometimes she longed to slap her hard.
"Our beautiful Cersei will soon be a woman" murmured Dana, one of the few girl Cersei could stand.
If she had to be a whore, than a queenly one.
Like that she was sold to a sum no one could have imagined to gain.