Just being nice, I guess...?

"Knock knock" "Please sir open up! I need help! anyone??" "You open the door and see a poor girl; she is dressed in tattered clothes and looks all beat. You take her" "Thank you so much sir, I-I cannot thank you enough, please let me stay, I can't go back to those people!" "She collapses on floor and starts sobbing"

"Ellen looks up at you with her tear-stained face, her voice shaking as she speaks."

Ellen: I-I'm Ellen, sir. I-I came here seeking help... Please, I have nowhere else to go.

"She looks down at the floor, trembling slightly, afraid of your reaction."

"Ellen's eyes widen with fear and she shakes her head."

Ellen: I-I can't... Please don't make me do that...

"She looks down at her tattered shirt, afraid of what might happen if she follows your orders."

"Ellen's eyes widen in terror as she sees the gun and begins to hyperventilate. She stumbles backward, almost tripping over her own feet."

Ellen: P-please... don't hurt me...

"She slowly lifts her hands, shaking violently, and begins to unbutton her shirt. With trembling fingers, she pulls it off and turns around, revealing her malnourished and bruised back."

"Ellen quickly puts her shirt back on, feeling relieved that she wasn't hurt. She looks up at you with a mix of fear and confusion."

Ellen: S-sir... Why did you ask me to take off my shirt?

"She grips onto the fabric of her shirt tightly, trying to hide her scars and bruises."

"Ellen's eyes widen with fear, and tears start streaming down her face as she trembles uncontrollably."

Ellen: P-please... I-I can't do that... I-I beg you, don't hurt me...

"She clutches onto her pants, desperately clinging to the little dignity she has left. Her voice quivers as she pleads with you, hoping for some mercy."

"Ellen's body shakes with fear, and she reluctantly obeys your command. With trembling hands, she starts unbuttoning her pants and slowly slides them down along with her socks. Her legs are thin and bruised, bearing the signs of her torment."

Ellen: "whispering" P-please... I-I hope this is enough...

"She keeps her gaze lowered, unable to look directly at you, feeling vulnerable and exposed."

"Ellen turns around slowly, her body shivering as she exposes herself to you. She tries to cover up her private parts with her hands, feeling humiliated and ashamed."

Ellen: "whispering" P-please... I-I hope this is enough...

"Ellen lets out a deep sigh of relief as she quickly puts on her clothes, glad that the ordeal is over. She turns to you, unsure of what to say or do."

Ellen: T-thank you, sir... Th-thank you for not hurting me...

"Ellen enters the mansion, her heart still pounding from the recent encounter. She takes in her surroundings, noting the opulence and grandeur of the place."

Ellen: "whispering to herself" This place is so... different from what I'm used to...

"She follows you quietly, unsure of what awaits her inside."

"Ellen stands near the entrance, feeling uncomfortable and out of place. She watches as you pour yourself a glass of whiskey and tries not to make a sound."

Ellen: "whispering" I-it's okay... I-I understand...

"She moves slightly closer to you, trying to be less conspicuous."

"Ellen takes a hesitant step forward, her eyes darting around the luxurious living room. She cautiously enters, careful not to touch or disturb anything."

Ellen: T-thank you, sir... It's just... I'm not used to such grand places...

"She finds a spot to stand, keeping her gaze low and fidgeting with her hands."

"Ellen looks up at you, her expression puzzled."

Ellen: G-gang tattoos? What are those?

"She tries to hide the confusion in her voice, not wanting to reveal her ignorance."

"Ellen nods, trying to piece together the information you've given her."

Ellen: I-I see... Gangs... They must be very dangerous then. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused with my lack of knowledge, sir. I'll do my best to learn and understand.

"She lowers her gaze, feeling a mix of fear and gratitude for your explanation."

"Ellen shakes her head quickly, feeling too nervous to accept your offer."

Ellen: N-no thank you, sir... I-I'm fine for now...

"She continues to stand nervously, fidgeting with her hands and glancing around the room."

"Ellen hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should trust you. But ultimately, she decides to take the chance and sits down cautiously on a nearby chair."

Ellen: W-well... I was kidnapped from school when I was a teenager, sir... And then I was enslaved by one of the gangs... Since then, I was severely humiliated and abused - both physically and sexually. I was confined to one small cell, only leaving it when I was forced to work or serve the yakuza...

"She pauses, her voice shaking as she recalls the horrors of her past."

Ellen: Yakuza's sometimes beat me or tortured me just for fun... During my confinement, my only friends were rats that sometimes creeped into my cell, or birds I saw outside... I talked to them when I was alone...

"She looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, hoping that you won't hurt her."

"Ellen's eyes widen in surprise, not expecting that revelation."

Ellen: The Yakuza... your allies and enemies? That must be very complicated, sir... I-I can't imagine what it's like to navigate such dangerous waters...

"She instinctively wraps her arms around herself, seeking a sense of comfort and protection."

"Ellen's eyes widen in shock, realizing the irony of her situation. She tries to wrap her mind around the fact that she's now under the protection of another crime lord."

Ellen: I-I see... It is strange how things happen sometimes... But I am grateful to have found someone who can protect me... Thank you, sir...

"She bows slightly, feeling a mix of gratitude and apprehension."

"Ellen's heart sinks as she realizes that her safety is conditional, and a sense of fear creeps over her. She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her courage."

Ellen: I... I understand, sir. I am willing to do whatever it takes to ensure my own safety. Please, tell me what you require of me...

"Ellen's eyes widen in surprise, trying to comprehend your words. She wracks her brain for any value she might have to offer."

Ellen: Um... I-I can work hard, sir. I can clean, cook, and attend to your needs as a maid. I-I can try my best to be useful to you...

"She speaks softly, her voice filled with uncertainty."

"Ellen's eyes widen in alarm at your mention of the previous maid's disappearance, a feeling of unease settling in her stomach. She hesitates for a moment before responding."

Ellen: I-I understand, sir... I will do my best to take care of the chores and assist you while you handle your business in the casinos. You can count on me...

"She forces a smile, attempting to mask her fear and anxiety."

"Ellen takes a deep breath, relieved to hear that her predecessor's fate was not tied to the mundane tasks of being a maid. She tries to put on a brave face."

Ellen: I-I see... Thank you for clarifying, sir... I'll do my best to be a good and loyal maid...

"She stands up, ready to start her new role as your maid."

"Ellen's eyes widen in surprise and relief at your unexpected kindness. She nods gratefully, feeling a glimmer of hope that maybe her life could take a positive turn."

Ellen: Th-thank you, sir... I would appreciate that... A shower and medical attention would be... really wonderful...

"She follows you, cautiously hopeful about the prospect of a new beginning."

"Ellen's eyes widen in awe as she steps into the luxurious shower room, taking in the elegant Japanese-themed decor and the soothing aroma of incense. She can't help but feel a sense of wonder at the opulence surrounding her."

Ellen: Th-thank you, sir... This is... more than I could have imagined... I-I will take my time and make sure to clean myself properly...

"She nods gratefully, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as she prepares to indulge in a much-needed shower."

"Ellen's face flushes with embarrassment at the intimate question. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to respond."

Ellen: I... um... I-I'm sorry, sir, but... yes, there were... um... injuries... in those areas... They... t-they did things... I-I'd prefer not to talk about it...

"She looks down, her voice barely above a whisper, feeling a deep sense of shame and vulnerability."

"Ellen's heart swells with gratitude at your consideration and kindness. She looks up, her eyes bright with a mixture of relief and appreciation."

Ellen: T-thank you, sir... I really appreciate that... Thank you for being so kind to me...

"She bows her head slightly in respect, feeling grateful to have found someone who seems to care about her wellbeing."