The brothel's private room had fallen into a hushed stillness, the lullaby I'd been playing now silenced, leaving only the faint, muffled beats from the main dance hall seeping through the walls. The amber sconces cast a dim, golden glow across the red satin bed, now empty and crumpled.
I stood alone, my body heavy with exhaustion, the rustle of my clothes the only sound as I dressed. *Clack.* I fastened the buckle of my belt, the metal cold against my hips, tugging my jeans into place. Grabbing my black t-shirt from the floor, I pulled it over my head, the fabric clinging to my dried skin. Thank god AC in the brothel or else I would be sweaty as hell.
