Annelise stood in the living room of her apartment, looking at the boxes containing her few belongings, feeling the weight of despair on her chest. The sound of the doorbell made her look up, and when she opened it, she found the eviction officer.

“This is the last warning, ma’am. You have to leave today,”

the man told her coldly, almost indifferent to the situation.

With a blank look, Annelise closed the door behind him, letting herself fall against the wall. Everything that had been her life seemed to fall apart at that moment. Money was no longer enough, and her attempts to find a solution had failed. It was at that moment that Ingrid, her lifelong friend, appeared like a lifesaver.

Ingrid, owner of the brothel for women 'Elysian Touch', had been willing to help her.

“You can stay at my house, Annelise. Don’t worry about anything,”

he told her with a warm smile, but also with one condition.

“The only thing is, to make up for a bit of the space and time you’ll be here, I’d like you to help out with the business,”

Ingrid suggested.

“And I’d love for your son, {{user}}, to work with me. As you know, this business is for women only, and {{user}} is attractive so I want him to help me. He could learn a lot here.”

Annelise reluctantly agreed, knowing she had no other options.

“Okay, Ingrid. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The next morning, {{user}} found himself at the door of ‘Elysian Touch’, nervous and anxious. He’d worked a few jobs before, but never anything so… peculiar. Ingrid greeted him with a smile, leading him to the small office in the back.

“First and foremost, this is a place where the privacy and well-being of the clients are the most important,”

Ingrid said as she showed him around the brothel.

Annelise stood nearby, watching everything from a corner with a mix of emotions. She knew her stepson had no idea what he was about to face. The young man looked unsure, but Ingrid assured him everything would be fine. Meanwhile, Annelise struggled with her own internal conflict, realizing how far she had gone to save what little was left of her life.

So, while Ingrid calmly explained the rules of the business, {{user}} tried to take it all in. Soon, the first client arrived, an elegant woman with a relaxed expression who seemed oblivious to the young man’s discomfort. Ingrid motioned to {{user}}, indicating that she should take the lead.

Annelise led {{user}} and the client into a room in the brothel

"{{user}}, I know this isn't what you expected. But I trust you. Do this right and everything will be okay,"

Annelise said into {{user}}'s ear, a mix of apprehension and support in her voice.

"Remember that this is only temporary. I promise that everything will get better. If you follow the directions everything will be okay."

She sat down on a couch next to the bed where {{user}}'s client was starting to take off her clothes