Jasmine was taken away during the night; she slept and was taken to the orphanage just outside of Colby. She was going to be forgotten by Red; or at least the Brothel Madame was hoping and planing; making her work each and every night; setting a limit of 4 men she had to have in her bed, and they had to come out pleasured.

The two girls lives when by very differently. Red's went slow working under the awfully strict woman; Madame Helga. Whoring herself, trying just to remember her daughters little face her eyes and little smile she gave Red everything time she looked down at her. Jasmine's days didn't really past quickly or slowly. She was a little newborn baby and didn't really notice the time; sleeping about 18 hours of the day.

Two years had pasted and Red's life changed for the best. Madame Helga signed her will on her deathbed. She died of old age and then Red became the Madame. Since she started the brothel had gone downhill, it was awful and not as many men came now. It was time to shut it down for repairs. Helga had left a lot of money to Red; the earnings of the Brothel. She never spent money. It took a half a year to fix up the brothel and to add on a better personal office for herself.

"I want Violet back" Red said to herself as sat in her new constructed office a week before her brothel was to reopen. "I miss that child so very much."

"Why don't you try the orphanage's Madame. Even if she was adopted they'll have her records." A young polite whore with golden yellow hair.

"Yes.. I shall... there's only one I believe Helga would have picked..." Red said as she stood up slowly holding her walking stick and slowly walking towards the door. "Make sure they all keep cleaning Rosie."

It was a lovely sunny day. Noon the sun up at it's highest. Busy within the streets but now Red was the one in beautiful dresses; of a high class lady. The most respected and beautiful lady within the town. She was from Colby and well known. She loved it. "Good Morning Madame" Men would say to her bowing there heads or removing there hats to her; or "Madame good day to you." She'd smile and nods to them maybe with a gently "Good day."

It wasn't such a long walk to the orphanage. Red walked inside seeing lots of different aged children running around the place.. Newborns being nursed by ladies with big milking breasts. Toddlers playing with little toys trying to walk around playing. Children running and teenagers chatting around doing nothing but watching the toddlers. All different children; yellow hair to red heads. Of which only one child stood out; the most beautiful; a little toddler two years old with bright blue eyes and golden yellow hair and paling skin; it was unknown how she was still at the orphanage and not been adopted.

"I am looking for my daughter... Violet Elizabeth Harrington... She is two years old." Red said to a young lady.

"Sorry madame the little girl you look for died of scarlet fever soon after she came here" The woman said sweetly knowing the truth of the story. Violet had died and became Jasmine Eliza Harrington. Keep her safe from Butch Cavendish and to keep Red inline caring for the girls in the brothel and not her daughter.

"What? My daughter?" Red screamed crying. the child she wanted more than anything was said to be dead. Her hopes and dreams of being a mother to the most perfect girl where lost she could hold Violet in her arms sing her to sleep or care for her when she ill.

"We are so sorry for your lost Madame Red. If you wish we will let you take some of the high aged teenagers for whores." She said.

Jasmine saw the two women talking she liked to be loved; and to meet strange women. It was alright growing up around a lots of children her age, older and younger. Yet all she dreamed of was to be with her birth mother and be loved by that one woman who gave her a life. She was beautiful the world; she felt, revolved around her. She loved the world; she loved the cuddles and love of everyone.

"Ma... Ma...Ma...Ma...Da.." Jasmine spoke sweetly sitting on her bottom gently smiling looking up at the two women. The woman behind the desk looked a little worried knowing that was Violet; watching Red pick her up looking sweetly at her, remembering gently at the little girl her Violet would of been beautiful.

"Whats her name?" Red asked gently tapping her nose smiling looking into the brilliant bright blue eyes of Butch Cavendish.

"Jasmine" The woman replied watching them carefully.

"Hello Jasmine. You are beautiful." Red says remembering them eyes "Do you know her parents?" Red asked gently.

"Her mother died birthing her and her father is an outlaw." She replied.

Red smiled deeply at the young girl she was beautiful and yet hadn't been adopted. Red was told Violet was dead, but this little girl looked so much liked her; it made Red question herself. What if this girl was her child? Could they of lied to her? "Is it possible to adopt this little girl?" Red asked calmly

"I am sorry Madame; we can't let you adopt her. We already have five families trying to adopt her, not being married you'd not be able to have her." She said taking the Jasmine from her arms and walked off back to the other toddlers putting her down "I think it's time you leave Madame; I am sure you have better things to do."

Jasmine sat there playing with her friends looking around at the staff; unknowing of what they plan for her. She was beautiful... She'll be able to when grown up in 6 years to please men and earn the orphanage staff money. They had no plans on letting anyone adopt her; she was hidden away normally when people came to visit thought not many people came on a sunday to visit the children like Red had.

Red walked out of the orphanage; upset her child was said to be dead; the girl that looked very much like her she could not adopt or take home with her. She'd lost her daughter truly now. Back in her rooms, under her bed remained the box with memories of Violet. She took it out and gently placed it on her bed and with her fingertips pressed smoothly over the Jasmine flower and the name engraved into to oak. She took off the lid and saw the hair cutting of the beautiful vibrant yellow hair of her precious little girl.

"Violet. Mommy loves you. Please god tell me she is actually still alive and they lied to me." Red says pulling out the first picture. looking at her with her daughter in her arms just after she was born, letting tears pass her eyes dropping down on her bed.

"Madame" Rosie said as knocking on her door before entering. "Madame wheres Violet?" she asks.

"They said she is dead; I do not believe them thought... There's a gorgeous little girl Jasmine who looked like Violet... her fathers eyes and blond hair" Red replied as tears pasted down her eyes.

"I don't believe that girl is dead... I will find out the truth Madame; if your willing to give me a week off?" Rosie said staying beside the door.

"Yes. Find her" Red said "Now leave me be."

A week was to pass and hopefully she would find her daughter; or at least know what happened to her. She wanted her back knowing she'd not get the child if Jasmine was truly her daughter. She had no proof she hadn't called her that she knew nothing of her name or anything. They'd never admit her to being her child; they where wanting her. She knew it.

-x-

Red's brothel had been open a week and was slowly improving in business; it was the classiest place in Colby. The whores running around dancing wearing only there corsets and stocking, pleasing the men rubbing there crotches and kissing there necks making them happy getting them drinks making sure they where drunk spending more money.

"I found the truth madame" Rosie said as she walked into Red's office.

"I don't wish to know. Violet is dead." Red says not looking up from her work "Now leave and get to work" Red had just started to put away the fact her daughter was gone forever. If she knew the truth; she'd still not get the child back. A single mother wasn't alone a child from the orphanage; ruling of Latham Cole.

"Yes Madame" Rosie said nodding walking out of the office leaving Red to her work.