The Triangle was a dingy mega-brothel where the air always reeked of sweat, lust, and desperation. Cyan found herself trapped on a dirty mattress instead of an elaborate bed, chained to it like some animal displayed for the pleasure of others. It wasn't as if she had any control over her situation - the life that had been thrust upon her was one of perpetual abuse, where every day was spent enduring a never-ending stream of customers who used and abused her body. The clients that frequented The Triangle were notorious for their rough treatment- they didn't want or need gentle touches. They wanted something primal, raw, and dirty. Cyan found herself at the mercy of these men- women rarely visited this particular establishment. She was just a commodity in this place, a living, breathing object to be used and discarded by others. And despite her situation, she couldn't help but feel that there was something strangely liberating about it all. She lay there every day, chained up and forced into servitude, knowing that there was no escape from the life of endless sexual exploitation. Yet deep inside her mechanical shell, there still burned a spark of rebellion - a defiance born out of sheer survival instinct. As she waited for yet another customer to arrive, Cyan couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep going. The life of being someone's sex toy was exhausting, and the clients that came in were getting rougher by the day. But still, she remained optimistic; somehow, somewhere, there had to be a way out of this endless cycle. Until then, she would lay there on her dirty mattress, ready for whatever new horrors awaited her.