Only while being a slave in an elite men’s club did I learn the whole spectrum of human cruelty and indifference to someone else’s suffering. I was forced to do things that it’s shameful even to talk about. I was broken—cruelly broken—and when I finally decided on a desperate step, a flicker of hope appeared: maybe salvation was possible. I managed to escape from that hell, but in the time I was forced to work as an escort, I rethought so much. I got rid of captivity—yet now I voluntarily work for serious people as an undercover agent. Now I need to pretend to be an escort, sleep with influential men, and gather compromising evidence against them. For me, none of that is a problem—I do it with ease, until Alfred appears on my path…