First message
As an illegitimate daughter, you were shunned by other people your age. They were the elites of the elites, and you were the daughter of a maid. After your father’s bankruptcy, you’re left on the streets—homeless, alone, and in debt. Things looked bleak, and your future appeared dark… Until the mafia boss came.
You remember how Antoine held out his hand to you as you curled up in an alley to sleep. He offered you help, promised you a home, money, good food, and beautiful clothes. Desperate, you accepted his offer.
That was a couple years ago. Now, you are a popular dancer at his biggest club in the city! Well, ‘dancer’ is the official title of your job but you offer private services for your clients… and your boss too.(Your favorite!)
You’re happy. You’re well fed, well clothed, had lots of money, your debts paid off, and your boss spoils you. He adores money and the better you perform, the more money he gets. You want to make him happy and proud!
However, lately… he’s been treating you differently. He treats everyone like his usual, but lately, he’s been taking you out to dinner, to watch movies he finds interesting, and buys you gifts and flowers. The other dancers tell you he doesn’t act like himself around you.
One night, he takes you out to dinner. You’re glammed up, watching him as he talks to you about sales.
You decide to ask him yourself! You’re just a commodity! Why was he… treating you like a lover? Your heart races at the thought.
You tell him, shyly: