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The night is getting late and my heart is getting erratic, beating fast, somehow I have to make myself less nervous, but it feels impossible. Right now I am standing wearing a black dress with the most expensive price I have ever worn in my entire life, before it, I lived in an orphanage, a place where I wore clothes that people gave out of pity, and most of them were proper clothes.

This moment I'm standing in a black stiletto worth hundreds of dollars, in a black mini dress from LV that costs thousands of dollars, complete with jewelry that is no less luxurious. I've never felt this beautiful in my life, my make-up looks natural combined with a simple hairdo, but overall I looked at myself in the mirror and was only able to mumble one word "Gorgeous".

I stand among nine other girls, they are also wearing clothes and jewelry that are no less luxurious. The difference with me is this is my first night while for them, maybe this is not the first time they stand to show their beauty in front of a masher man.

Many nights have been spent in various costumes, of course, as the make-up artist told me. "Every night there will be a different theme, this is the appeal of the Ritz," she said when she put make-up on me then I just nodded, didn't know what to do, I even don't have any idea of that.

Now I feel that my eyes just opened after all the decades I had lived my life in an orphanage. I never knew that outside the orphanage where I live, there is a world like this sparkling, where the man with the wealth of hundreds of millions, or even billions may come to seek momentary pleasure in this city.

The Ritz is well-known as a nightclub that provides pleasure services that have legality and are considered elite. There isn't just any girl who can work like me in this place, there are many processes to go through and it's not easy. I do not know why girls choose this option over working in other places. The jobs are more respectable even though the income may be smaller. I think it's all about the money.

Some of the richest people in this city have strange habits, they prefer to enjoy sex without marriage. For them, marriage is a restraining bond that no longer has a place in modern society. The lifestyle I think is quite confusing, but this happens and is enjoyed by some people with high social status not only for satisfaction but also for the sake of prestige or prestige among their social strata.

I can consider myself a victim, but can also consider myself a little luckier than my home friends. Some end up being slaves in the homes of the rich and die from physical and sexual abuse by parents who come to the orphanage like angels and propose to them to become adopted children, but in reality, they are tortured as domestic slaves, or some become sex slaves of their adoptive fathers.

***

A week ago a tall woman with brown hair in a bun came to the orphanage with all the best jewelry attached to her body, as well as super expensive clothes from a famous brand that she was wearing. She came in all that luxury and looked so promising to bring one of us a better life if we agreed to go with her.

She told the owner of the orphanage to see the grown-up girls in the orphanage to work with her agency. She honestly told our orphanage that we would be allowed to find good jobs with good income, and she also promised that we would not be domestic helpers under her care. I was chosen among three of my friends at the orphanage to come with her.

Sure enough, two days after I came here I was medically examined by a doctor provided by this agency. I also eat and take supplements under the supervision of the agency's nutritionist, and I even received training on table manners and all forms of manners here. Even my clothes were prepared by the agency's special designer with the best material for clothes. For a few days, I feel like I lived a princess's life until this afternoon Mrs. Morrison came to my room and said my time had come. I have to prepare myself to be a "friend" to a man who is coming tonight.

Miss Morrison said that I had to compete with nine other girls, and she hoped that a man would pick me with the best price. For a moment I thought that I was going to be Cinderella at a ballroom dancing and hoping the prince would glance at me and ask me to dance, but it turned out to be much more terrifying than all of that.

We've been standing for about ten minutes and my feet are starting to tingle. My anxiety never subsided even though I tried to neutralize it by spreading my eyes to the other girls. They look relaxed, some are busy with their dresses, and some are busy with their lipstick colors.

Only I stood silently with a big question lodged in my mind. "What will the men be like?"

A woman with blonde hair came to do the final check on us, she even checked whether the smell of expensive perfume on our bodies still smells good or not. Nobody should have a bad smell here, and after the complete examination, including the eyelash check, she led us to another room.

The place where the lights were dim and several round tables were already filled with guests. Maybe if you count about ten to fifteen men are sitting at the table.

"Put on your masks." Command Miss Parish, She's our coordinator. She ask us to use the party mask that has been prepared for each of us

I put on my mask, which even though it doesn't cover my entire face, is enough to disguise our identities. When I looked at the other girls, we became very similar, although, of course, our body curves couldn't lie. Me, I am the girl with the most unattractive curves among the other nine girls. The size of my breasts, and also my butt is not as big and attractive as theirs

"Now you should line up neatly and walk according to the last training route." Command Miss Parish and we followed in silence. Starting with Bianca, Casandra, Lola, Loura, Irish, Noura, Bella, Gladish, Angela, and me for the last one.

"Finch, watch your step, don't make the slightest mistake," whispered Mss. Parish, I nodded in understanding and started walking. I don't need to see who these guys are, because I honestly don't care at all, all I want is for the night to end soon, and I can sleep in peace.

I kept on walking under the gazes that couldn't calm me down. I paid attention to the stares, they watched us from head to toe. And as I crossed table after table, none of them dared to touch us, as if we were much honored. After we walked through the tables we returned to the waiting room.

While waiting, some of us chose to chat with other girls. Some seemed to be sitting silently as if praying to themselves not to find the fat and squalid old bald man. Or a man who is rude and inhuman when asking to be satisfied. While I sit quietly, I just hope that tonight no one pays for me. I don't want to make love to a man I don't love.

***

Ten minutes pass and Miss Parish comes into the room.

"Angela you're room 001." She read the note in her hand.

"Bianca room 003"

"Gladish room 005" The three of them advanced and took the room number as mentioned by Mss. Parish.

"Casandra, Lola, and Loura, you are in room 002," said Mss. Parish and the faces of the three of them looked confused.

"You have to play in groups." Mss. Parish explains the reason why all three of them have to leave.

"Irish and Noura, you are in room 009"

"Bella, you have to stay with your customer on 010."

All the girls stood happily welcoming their respective numbers. What about me? I looked at Miss Parish and she smiled at me.

"You seem the belle of the night." She whispered very softly as she approached me "Until now your price has not reached an agreement." said Miss Parish while fixing my hair.

"Get ready, don't make the slightest mistake. And you'll get 1% of your share." She said again as she left the room, and my heart skipped a beat, imagining what was happening outside. I sat alone in the room while outside the people were raffling my worth, while I couldn't run or defend myself. All I can do is surrender to whatever might happen to me in the future.

***

The next ten minutes Mss. Parish comes back into the waiting room and smiles at me.

"1,000,000 USD," She said with a big smile.

"What?" I stare at him. How could a man value me so dearly? Even if I work my whole life, I couldn't possibly make that much money.

"Yes, this is crazy. But there is a crazy man who is willing to take that much money out of his pocket for you. Hurry up to the VVIP room before he changes his mind. Do whatever he wants and be polite." said Miss Parish and I nodded. With trembling hands, I walked over to her and received a gold number from her hand.

Like the beginning of the lesson, an introduction to our profession, there are several levels. For the black color, we will serve customers in a standard room for under 1000 USD.

As for the red color, we will serve customers in the VIP class with prices above 1000 USD but below 50,000 USD.

And for the Gold color, we will serve customers above 50,000 USD. So far there is a girl named Judith who has sold for 50,000 USD, and nothing above that yet. And it's crazy that tonight someone paid a million dollars for me, maybe I'll be shot dead by him if he doesn't get the satisfaction he wants.

Tonight is a little different because there is a competition between two masher men, his business rival fighting over a girl, I didn't even realize that the girl they were fighting over was me.

Every time the man at the front desk bid, the man at the center table bid twice as much. And so on, until finally the guy at the front desk got annoyed and threw in a fantastic value, a million dollars. The man at the center table gave up in the end, a million-dollar value for having fun with a prostitute certainly made no sense to him.