Chapter 1

• "Sweetie, I need you to send the dress hanging in my closet to me," Zoe, who was studying in a small four-corner apartment, suddenly received a call from Iris.
• "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." Zoe sighed, left her seat, found the dress and headed to the club.
• Iris works every night at the nearby club as a pole dancer and a court for the upper-class—billionaires, politicians, and the like. People address her as an ultimate 'courtesan' because she's been targeting high profiles.
• Zoe is a graduating college student from Manhattan. She's a scholar of a well-known company that deals with cars.
• She always gets bullied because of her mother's job. Despite this, she mastered ignoring everything. Her mother may not have a decent job, but she always supported her study.
• When Zoe entered the club, she stayed away from every man who tried to get close to her.
• The loud music welcomed her. As usual, the club ambiance is still the same. The first floor is the dance floor and the bar counter, while the second floor is the VIPs areas, and the last floor, which is the third floor, is full of rooms—at least there were ten.
• She's been in this club about four times now, and she can't pinpoint any changes. Except for those men who are outside. She hasn't seen those men in tuxedos. And what are they doing there?
• "Hey, here, sweetie." Zoe saw Iris waving happily at her across the crowd.
• A wave of unknown fear suddenly hit Zoe, whose mother doesn't usually smile at her.
• Zoe pushed her way through the crowd and handed Iris her dress.
• "Stop wearing such a baggy shirt and change into it." Iris looked Zoe from top to bottom, showing her dissatisfaction with her outfit.
• She arched her left brow. “I am taller than you, mom. And this is…” she lifts the dress to scan it, “—too short for me,” she added as she looked at Iris.
• Iris smiled. "You should try it—"
• "And why do I need to dress like this? I need to go back to finish my study…" she glanced at the dress once again.
• Iris let out a soft chuckle. “Sweetie, we will be going to attend a party.”
• Zoe arched her brow. “Now?”
• Iris nominee. “My last client invited me to attend his son's 28th birthday."
• She wearing nod. "I see. But it's fine if I don't wear this, right? It's not that I will join you and the rest. I will just have some drinks on the counter," she said, trying to avoid this soul-chasing dress.
• Iris crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Zoe…” okay, her mother already uses her warning tone. But there's no way she would wear a kind of dress like this.
• "You knew I don't wear this kind of stuff."
• Iris heaved a deep sigh and approached her. She cupped her face as she looked up at her.
• "Look, sweetie, can you do this for mommy, just this time?"
• Zoe met her mom's eyes and her forehead slightly knitted. Her eyes were confused, and her heart started to feel doubt, but nodded finally.
• After changing the dress, Zoe followed Iris, covering her chest tightly.
• Her body was too exposed with her dress. Her cleavage can be seen if she pulls the hem a little bit.
• She cursed under her breath when a hand touched her exposed legs while walking toward the stairs.
• She glared at the man who was now staring at her like a pervert and got closer to her mom.
• Iris saw it and drove the man away. “Sorry about that, sweetie.”
• “Ma, he just runs his fingers into my left leg,” she complained, but her voice was in control.
• Iris smiled. "No one can harm you here. Trust me. My client is too powerful. If I tell him that they touch you, that man will be dead—"
• "What are you saying, Ma?" Zoe asked as confusion lit her eyes.
• Iris' eyes widened. "Oh—it's nothing, sweetie. Come on, and the party is upstairs. They must be waiting for us," she said, which drew lines into Zoe's forehead.
• They were on the last step of the stairs when Iris used all her strength to push Zoe into a room.
• Zoe's eyes widened because of surprise. She was about to turn around, but two men grabbed her and left her on the ground.
• "Ma..."
• "I'm sorry, sweetie," Zoe heard her mother's faint voice at the door, her heart sank to the bottom.
• There is a about sixty-year-old man sat on the couch with a pipe in his mouth, looking at every inch of her bare skin.
• Zoe's short black dress can’t cover her body, showed off her ample breasts because of the struggle.
• The man on the couch was clearly pleased with what he saw, and he smiled as he walked toward Zoe.
• "You're so beautiful, and it’s the first time your mother has done anything to please me..."
• "You... What did you say... "Zoe looked up at him in disbelief.
• "You... You're the guy on the news who killed the president..." After seeing his face, Zoe said fearfully, fear in her voice. She was shaking with fear, tears streaming down her cheeks.
• "SHH! There's no party here, your mother owes me a lot of money, you've been sold to me...sweetie," The old man didn't deny what she says and extended his hand toward Zoe's plump breasts and rubs them violently.
• "Don't... Don't touch me... I beg you...Pls..." Zoe cries and pleads, trying to free herself from the man's grasp.
• "There is useless to struggle, you're mine." The old man impatiently slapped Zoe, controlled her hands, and began to undress her.
• Zoe is like a soulless doll, at the mercy of the old man.
• Suddenly, she saw that there was only left the old man and her in the room.
• Zoe gritted her teeth, curled her knees as hard as she could and hit the man's dick.
• "Ah..." He groaned in pain, and Zoe got up, rushed out of the door.
• “Catch her!”