The woman bowed her head and clutched the hem of her short clothes with her small hands. "I am sorry, sir. I'm really not used to it," she said with an innocent voice.
Narrowing his brows, Keno looked at her gently. The woman beside him continued trembling, pulling her skirt downward to avoid exposing more of her skin.
"Huh? How can a slut not be accustomed to these?" Keno said with a sharp tone. Instead of receiving a response, he was met with a loud slap on his cheek.
The woman who had been gentle moments ago slapped him, anger blazing in her eyes. "I'm not a whore! You don't know who I am, so you have no right to judge me!" she roared, tears forming in her eyes.
Keno was too stunned to speak, his mouth hanging agape. He could feel the sharp pain on his cheek, inwardly cursing himself for his thoughtless words.