She sold herself for money; she could not rescue the women of the dust, and taking one more look would not save a thing either.
What actually went on inside that concealed flower house was something everyone knew. She watched that group of sanctimonious "gentlemen" of days past come here, their eyes filled with desire.
She let out a deep sigh. On the stage, pendants and girdle ornaments jingled. She might as well watch a little longer; after all, money had been paid.
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