Charlotte sits in the office facing Mr Chambers. He’s middle-aged and pleasant enough, and clearly doing his best to make her feel at ease. Nonetheless, her embarrassment is excruciating and she can’t look him in the face.
“Can I get you a cup of tea, Miss Conners? Or coffee perhaps?”
Her throat tight. “No, thank you.”
If she tried to drink right now, she would bring it right back up again.
“Very well. I understand you would like to enter our auction for the sale of….” He picks up a sheet and reads…. ‘The services of ‘Charlotte’ for the period of one week, those services to include anything required of her by her purchaser and also to include the sale of her virginity.’ Is that correct?”
She squeezes the word out. “Yes.”