Cynthia's hand hanging to one side squeezed momentarily as she took a few deep breaths before she winced and agreed.
When she had been forced to leave the country, she had had a hard time.
She was the daughter of an outcast, and she no longer had any use for her, so rejoining Hustleburg was all on her own.
While recuperating from her injuries abroad, she was pestered, imprisoned, and abused by a group of gangsters, and it was this man named Alvis who saved her.
She thought she was on her way to a new life, but what she fell into was another pit of fire.
This Alvis had committed a crime and had come to Hustleburg in the meantime, and was very close to those bosses in Hustleburg, backstabbing woman after woman into the beds of those bosses, but those women were all eighteen lines.