Jenny's soul left her body when the high-pitched tone of the Madame fell into her ears. Is she doubting her? Has she already caught something suspicious? Jenny thought, her eyes lowered to the ground.
"Tell me you sLut!" The Madame went ahead and pinched her chin to look at her. Jenny took the insult and mumbled sheepishly.
"He-He left Madame; said he would be paying the fair later."
"Why do I feel you're lying?" And with that, suddenly she was standing too close to her. Jenny sucked in a deep breath when her hands travlled up her torn lingerie to cup one of her boobs.
"Ma-Madame don't do it!" The tinge of irritation was evident in her tone; however it ended up bad because the woman got pissed.
"..." A tight slap over her face caused her to stumble. She had already been drained of energy from all the tension she had been under since morning, not to mention her tormenting encounter with that filthy man.
