PROLOGUE:
Room number 12 was silent, only the soft light of the lamp casting shadows on the walls. Lina stood before the mirror, her bare skin shimmering in the dim light. The scent of perfume mixed with a faint smell of cigarette smoke, lingering from the previous client. She was used to this world, where flesh and commerce intertwined in an endless cycle.
Her hands tightly held the silk robe meant to cover everything she had revealed and sold that evening. It wasnāt about love or passion. It was a job, a ritual she performed again and again to survive.
The door quietly opened, and a man in a dark suit entered the room. He didnāt look at her like the others. His eyes searched for something different ā not a body, but something hidden beneath the surface. Lina froze, feeling a strange mix of tension and uncertainty.
That night, she was no longer just the woman men bought. She was something more ā and she knew it would change everything.
