His Perfect Doll

Her slender little legs walked towards a particular room, and she opened the door barefooted before going in. 

"Rose," the man sitting elegantly and poised, called her name like a sin, not meant to be said out loud but instead meant to be spoken as a whisper.

Her little lips parted as her eyelashes fluttered.

"You sent for me; how do I serve you?" she said, speaking just as she was taught, like a good little prostitute.

The man stared at the girl from her tiny legs up to her beautiful porcelain white hands and then her breathtaking face, which could make any man wish to have her. That is why she became exclusive in the first place. After all, the owner of the business knew where to find his highest gain.

She put on a silver-colored night gown, which glimmered lightly as she walked in a straight line slowly towards the man like a good little lamb. This is where rule one comes in.

'be submissive' 

"Your skin is so pale; if you bleed, you'd look like a piece of art." Immediately after these words were said by the man in a suit in front of her, Rose had to stop her feet from moving further.

"What do you request?" was her question, bowing slightly to show she would listen attentively to how he wished for her to serve him.

"I request for you to come closer and assist me with something, love." Rose raised her head, waiting to hear his perverted words that'd follow, but instead he spoke some words she didn't quite understand.

"You are perfect enough to walk beside him without triggering his fight or flight mode."

"I apologize, but I do not seem to understand your wishes." Rose spoke with her tiny hands, slightly wrapping around her clothes tightly, obviously showing she was nervous.

"You are so innocent and pure; no one would have known you were just a mere prostitute who works in a brothel."

Rose didn't reply, but she bowed her head deeply while waiting for the man to continue.

He raised his hand, which was adorned with a beautiful and expensive-looking Rolex watch, which seemed like it was enough to buy her freedom for a week, which is quite expensive.

"What I mean is that tomorrow, by this same time I'm busy talking to you, a man and some others would have a meeting. I need you to be present in the room, and I'd pay for your time. Act natural, and eves drop on their conversation."Rose nodded.

"You would have been perfect for his brother if you weren't a whore." It could be seen that the man's mouth wasn't clean. He stared at the girl's eyes, which looked as clear as glass, and her skin, which was nothing short of fine porcelain.