The crowd surged forward, and it seemed like all the daughters of wealthy families had set their sights on her.
With Minnie Sutton absent, as her best friend, they began to cozy up to her.
Emma Benson struggled to break free but ultimately was pushed down onto a sofa, and they even brought in a male stripper. One of the women, throwing around a lot of money, stuffed a thick wad of tips into the stripper's hand.
"Make sure she's well taken care of, don't neglect her!" After dropping this remark, the group dispersed to continue drinking and dancing.
It was very noisy around, and Emma Benson hadn't figured out what was going on when the burly man beside her already brought a glass of red wine to her lips.
Emma took one look at the man's face—handsome, but unappealing to her. It wasn't that she looked down on men in this profession; rather, as someone strong, able-bodied, and good-looking, what job couldn't he find? Why choose this line of work?