บท 223: A Beating

As long as it was to the guests' liking—as long as they wanted, all the women were cheap merchandise.

She took a deep breath and walked out. The friction between her feet and the high-heeled shoes had caused extreme discomfort. It hurt even when she's walking.

She stopped and secretly raised her foot. On her feet was a pair of white diamond leather shoes with heels ten centimeters high. The shoe surface was almost transparent, and one could see her smooth and round toes. Whoever was wearing these shoes was definitely not a princess.

They were most likely whores with skimpy clothing, sitting in a cubicle like her. The loud laughter of men could be heard from within.

A slightly chubby man held her waist, his hand like a virus which thoroughly disgusted her.