Firaine sighed as she watched her little sisters sleep so soundly in their beds. They were well taken care of. She was proud of herself that she provided for the family, many thought that it was a man's job to do so. She proved the village wrong about that, although at a hefty price. The clock struck ten, and that signaled Firaine to began her somber walk to The Clockwork Inn, in which she would be paid to undress in front of some disgusting low life of a man and perform some sort of act upon him. Although her rule was to keep her purity in tact until marriage, she still did different things that would please the vile scum that caressed her with dirty and calloused fingers.

It had only been a moment or so before she reached the inn door and tugged it open. The bar keeper waved and gestured her inside, and he presented a tall and fat man that had a steel glint in his eyes as he eyed her slender yet curvaceous frame.

"She'll do." he turned to her then and spoke. "How much do ye' want, woman?" he huffed at her and she bit her bottom lip and rubbed her arm before she spoke in a soft and gentle voice, her eyes watching the floor.

"Well, I need a little extra than the usual to pay for my sisters to go to the fair in the next town over, they deserve something nice, it's close to their birthday.." She glanced up for a moment after she finished speaking and she noticed the glint get sinister.

"Alright, lass. We'll see how much you get paid depending on your skill." Belle gulped silently as she led him up to her room in the inn. She was truly frightened. A deep thick evil emanated from this man, and she was afraid she would lose herself to this beast, this terror.

She pushed open her door and let him in before herself. She shut the door and locked it. The interior decor was subtle with touches of pale yellow and rose red in the couch colors and blankets. She gestured towards the bed or couch for him to sit. He did so, facing her and staring at her square in the chest. She began to speak.

"Some of my offers include oral stimulation, hand caressing, and breast fondling among other thi-" Before she could finish the man spoke out loudly and hard.

"Take it off." He glared at her, she could only image what he was seeing beyond her clothes. She furrowed her brows.

"But sir, didn't the bar master tell you that I do not wish to engage in intercourse until I am married?" She inquired, biting her lip. He scoffed and forcefully shoved himself off the bed.

"Take your clothes off now, or I will." He whispered, and she nodded shortly and began removing all of her clothing, revealing nothing but her soft pink skin, well rounded breasts, and groomed hair that hid her labia from view.

"Please, I beg of you, sir. Don't you have any decency for my wishes?" She pleaded to him, but whatever she could of said flew past his ears, for he was advancing towards her naked body, and undoing his trousers at the same time.