6 years later
England 1905
'Lisa, Lisa wake up!' said a voice, lisa rolled, groaning in frustration, it was a good night rest she had and she was not especially done with her sleep.
'Stop whining it's almost noon, you have to go answer to the master' the voice added, with this she reluctantly pulled herself out of bed, her black hair falling around her shoulders and down to her waist, it was still long and shiny, her skin radiating and her multi colored eyes glistening in the sun. She quickly went to the windows rubbing her eyes and after a few moments drew open the curtains, letting light hit the gloomy room.
'Tell the boss that i will be there in a moment felix' she said, the owner of the voice was a little girl, not quite taller than Amir from six years ago. She thought of Amir, she imagined how big he would be by then and how could she track him?, All through the years she had spent a good amount of time finding where he was, was, she heard that he was taken to another city, maybe York or Brighton but she couldn't leave this city if she tried and the lack of magic made her vulnerable, luckily she had landed herself in the abode of one of the most benevolent slave owners of St. Albans, the fat balding old man was still strict but still gave his girls creative freedom, they were free to do what they liked, if it didn't cause trouble for him, he was quite a powerful man so any girl brought to his brothel was under his protection and you did NOT want to mess with Mr. Haywire. It was still a brothel nonetheless, but for this reason the girls allowed thier bodies to be used and that included Lisa, she was quite rebellious at first but consequently came to terms with her destiny, that was the best route for her to take.
'Don't be late' the girl squeaked as she left, Lisa heaved as she removed her dress to toggle on a much lighter one, it was almost a see through but judging by the fact that this was her normal day to day attire, she was now numb to the experience. She went out of her room and was immediately greeted with the strong scent of perfume and a numerous amount of giggles, those were the other brothel girls squeaking away as they enjoyed each others companies.
'Hi!' said one of the girls to her
'Good morning, she replied giggling, this was the mood of the sorrounding, always cheerful always smiling, that is what the instructions from the master was, that was thier mode of conduct towards the men, when they came into the common area on the ground floor to choose thier prey, or when you took them upstairs through a flight of steps towards thier designated rooms or when they receive thier pay, smiling after being utterly humiliated or over worked, it was literally three customers every two days and Lisa was beginning to get numb to the pain.
She went down the stairs and into the common room, turns out she wasn't the one called, the other girls were there too, the Important ones at least.
'Good morning girls' said the master, Mr Haywire,his voice an unsettling mixture of deep and squeaky.
'Good morning, Mr. Haywire' the girls sang in unison, thier voices creating a subtle symphony.
' Today is a special day, because it's the day of the great tournament of struggle in the England coliseum, located in thier town so fighters are entering the city as we speak ' said Haywire, the girls let out a series of "ohs" and "Ahs" braver people outright started gossiping.
' Whew thank heavens, it's been so long since i received a good courting on bed' said one beside him
'I don't think i am cut out to handle barbarians' said another.
Later that evening, the Brothel was quite full, different unfamiliar faces riled up in the same space, preying on beautiful women who accepted this preying to be praise, they knowingly give up their bodies. Lisa sat down in a corner, she wore her almost see through dress, her breasts were a little bit visible through the dress as her areolas stood firm, she wore a shawl to cover up her naked neck and chest, her hair was blown out and curled up, her eyes having a special shine to it. She wore an expensive make up, her red lips and powdered face evident, she was now wearing an expensive perfume all this accumulated to make her quite the spectacle , but when boys approached her she simply raised her hands up to reject thier advances as if she was expecting someone.
'Lisa could you at least loosen up a bit, if you keep at this pace you might not make anything at all' whispered a voice to , it was one of her close colleagues, Raya a romanian girl; she had bronze skin and an excessively curly hair wearing a two piece and waist that move like water; she challenged to be the most gorgeous girl of the night.
'i know, but i am not mentally ready yet'
' Are you sure? Or are you waiting on someone?' she said moving her hips slightly in accordance to her words, she did this often.
'i guess both... but i am not sure who i am waiting for though' Lisa replied heaving a sigh of frustration.
'Well.. i hope you find what you're looking for' she said as she danced off leaving Lisa all by herself again. Lisa spaced out, thinking about nothing in particular, her thoughts were all over the place, she thought about her sister, she thought about her life when she first came here; how she with the help of the other girls got her first client..' What a life i have had' she whispered to herself but the clinging of gold coins on the table before her, dragged her out of her thoughts, she looked up to see a tall brunette man towering over her, he was well built as a fighter as his muscles pulsed out of the sleeveless vest he wore and he had a face that she swore she recognised but when she tried to remember where she knew him from, her memory failed her.
'A few hours with you please' he said as his deep voice resonated in her, the bass subtly vibrating her.
'Oh, come sit beside me' she said as she scooted over for him, to sit but he shaked his head in disagreement.
'Not here, your room' he said, Lisa smiled awkwardly, she picked up the gold coins and tugged it into her mini purse, stood up and led the client to her room upstairs. When they arrived , she simply went in as he came after her, the moanings of the other girls were loud as hell from the other rooms. When the door was closed, as she tried to slip off her erotic wear for the deed, she was surprised with a hug from the boy , it was strong, comforting, familiar
'Hi, Lisa' the boy said in a low tone
'Oh my goodness, Amir!' she said as she returned his hugs, they embraced each other strongly.