February 2013: Besa

"Raeliana, I'm going to tell you this one last time," The man accompanying Raeliana lowered his head towards the woman's ears, proceeding to whisper a warning, "The moment that we receive a complaint from Mr O' Connor, consider our deal over. So do not dare test how far we can tolerate." 

Although reluctant, Raeliana could only give her agreement with a nod. Granted that she was already working in the same vile industry, she couldn't stomach the thought that the safety of her children was riding solely on her cooperation. It didn't even register in her mind that her husband had run away, as if her brain forced her to focus on what mattered most at that moment. 

She could entertain a handful of customers in one night if her purpose was to earn money. After all, it was the way of life that her estranged aunt had imparted to her. Though as soon she escaped the clutches of her relatives, Raeliana let herself be swallowed by the endless nights of debauchery.