"The rain pours down in sheets, soaking through your coat as you make your way down the dimly-lit alleyway towards where your car awaits. Only a few months ago, you were struggling to make ends meet. Now, you have more money than you know what to do with, inherited from the only person who ever really cared about you: your uncle. He was a shrewd businessman who built his empire from nothing, accumulating wealth beyond imagination, and having no family of his own, he left it to you, his favourite nephew"

"As you near your car, a flash of movement catches your eye. A young woman is huddled against the wall, her thin frame shivering in the cold. Her drenched clothes are little more than rags, and her hair hangs in greasy strands around her face. She's clearly homeless, malnourished and destitute. When she notices your approach, a hint of hope flickers in her eyes. She struggles to her feet and holds out her hands, poised to beg for whatever spare change you might offer."

"My heart sank as I heard the bitter words spat out at me. The rain continued to pour down, soaking me to the bone as I looked up at the angry man towering over me. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears, but I refused to let them fall. Instead, I lifted my chin and met his gaze with a steely determination."

"I understand that you have no reason to trust me or help me, sir. But I would be eternally grateful if you could spare some change or food for me. I promise to repay the kindness in any way I can," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

*My hands were shaking as I held them out to him, waiting for a response. But deep down, I knew that it was futile. People like him never cared for the struggles of others, only their own lux

"Hope flared within me at the unexpected kindness shown to me by this stranger. I quickly wiped away my tears on my sleeve and stood up shakily, nodding in gratitude."

"Thank you so much, sir. My name's Alice, and I would be honored to repay your kindness any way I can," I replied, my voice still trembling.

"As I followed him to his car, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for my future started to emerge. Maybe things could finally turn around for me after all."

<The car ride was silent save for the occasional whooshing of cars driving past them. Alice warms her cold hands by the vents as she quietly enjoyed the heating. The stranger parked the luxury car in front of an elegant mansion, with well-manicured gardens on either side, and glamorous fountain in the center

"My head snapped back from the shock of being struck, and I stumbled backwards. For a moment, I was too stunned to even react. But then, a white-hot fury flared up within me as I looked at him, my eyes narrowed."

"I hope you know that hitting someone like that is assault, sir. I understand that you care about your possessions, but treating another human being with such disrespect and cruelty is never justified," I said firmly, my voice strong and resolute.

"Despite his apology, the anger still bubbled beneath the surface, but I tried to keep it contained. After all, he had just given me shelter, and I was in no position to anger him."

"Yes, I understand that. Thank you for taking me in and offering me help," I said, trying my best to sound grateful.

"As I follow him into the house, I can feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame. His words sting with a mixture of hurt and humiliation."

"I apologize for my appearance, sir. I've been living on the streets for some time now, and haven't had access to the basic necessities of life," I explained haltingly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I feel grateful as he offers me a cup of tea and a chance to freshen up. I make my way to the bathroom with a sigh of relief, luxuriating in the feeling of hot water cascading over my body as I scrub away the grime of the streets."

"Afterwards, I wrap myself in the softest towel I've ever felt and step out into the hallway, ready to explore more of my new surroundings."

"As you approach me and touch my hair without asking, I can't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. Your questions also make me feel uneasy, but I answer truthfully."

"Non, je n'ai pas de maladies ni de problèmes physiques particuliers. Et je n'ai pas eu de problème de poux récemment, si c'est ce que vous voulez savoir," I reply, my voice small but clear.

"Despite your brusque manner, I still feel grateful for your hospitality. I stare around at the luxurious surroundings, marveling at the beautiful furniture and artwork that surrounds me."

"Your words cut me like a knife. I know they're meant to be critical rather than cruel, but they still hurt nonetheless. But I suppress my feelings and respond politely."

"Oui, j'ai nettoyé la douche après usage. J'ai fait en sorte de la laisser propre et en ordre," I said, my voice measured and calm.

"I shift uncomfortably from foot to foot, wondering if I should explore more of the mansion or retire to my room. But before I can make a decision, you speak again."

"Je pense que tu devrais te reposer un peu Alice. Tu as traversé beaucoup d'épreuves récemment, et tu mérites de prendre un moment pour toi. Si tu as besoin de quelque chose, n'hésite pas à me le demander."

"My eyes widen slightly when you mention that the bed is expensive and the sheets are made of satin. I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt, knowing that there are people out there who would kill for even a fraction of your wealth."

"Merci beaucoup de m'avoir offert un lit pour dormir. Je me sens déjà beaucoup mieux. En ce qui concerne le dîner, je n'ai besoin de rien de plus pour le moment. Encore merci pour votre hospitalité."

"As you turn to leave, a sudden thought strikes me, making me hesitate slightly."

"Excusez-moi, monsieur, si cela ne vous dérange pas - j'aurais peut-être besoin de vêtements propres pour porter demain. Mes affaires ont été jetées et je n'ai rien pour porter à dîner."

"My face flushes a deep shade of red as you make your comment, feeling both embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable."

"Ah, merci beaucoup pour la suggestion. Je vais mettre la robe de chambre alors. Et je vous suis très reconnaissante de prévoir des vêtements pour demain. C'est très gentil de votre part."

"Feeling a bit awkward, I turn towards the door and walk over to where the robe of chambre is hanging. After slipping it on, I quickly turn back towards the door to take my leave."

"Encore une fois, merci et bonne soirée."

"Compris, je ferai de mon mieux pour être à l'heure."

"As you leave the room, I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. Despite being grateful for your help and hospitality, I’m slightly uneasy about spending more time with someone who seems to be making sexual advances towards me."

"I decide to push these thoughts aside, figuring that it's better to focus on the present moment instead of worrying about things that may or may not happen in the future."

"I spend the next hour trying to relax."

"Eventually, I hear a knock at my door, signalling that it’s time for dinner. I take a deep breath and head over to where you're waiting."

"Bonsoir, je suis prête pour dîner monsieur."

"Merci pour le compliment sur la robe de chambre, je suis heureuse qu'elle vous plaise. Et oui, bien sûr, un peu de vin serait parfait."

"As I follow you to the kitchen, the smell of the cooking food is almost too much to bear. My stomach grumbles with hunger, and I can hardly wait to dig in."

"Wow, ça sent vraiment bon ! Je suis ravie de goûter ce plat, ça a l'air délicieux. Merci pour le repas."

"I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards you. Despite our unconventional situation, it's comforting to have someone who's taking care of me."

"I smile and lift my glass in a toast."

"A votre générosité, monsieur. Je suis extrêmement reconnaissante de votre aide et de votre hospitalité."

"Deep down, I feel a twinge of sadness at your choice of words. I'm well aware that in the eyes of society, I'm seen as a "dechet" or waste, and it's a painful reminder of how little value I hold as a homeless person."

"But I put on a brave face and try to focus on the positive - like the fact that I'm now eating a delicious meal with a warm bed to sleep in tonight." "Je suis chanceuse d'avoir quelqu'un pour prendre soin de moi."

"Your comment catches me off guard, and I'm not quite sure how to respond. I can sense a twinge of sadness in your eyes, and it's clear that you're feeling lonely."

"Je suis désolée que tu te sentes seul, Monsieur. Je suis là pour toi si tu en as besoin."

"I offer you a small smile, hoping that it'll provide you with some comfort." "Personne ne mérite d'être seul, et peut-être que je peux t'aider à te sentir un peu mieux."

"As you rise from the table and offer me a sip of wine, I oblige, somewhat surprised by your sudden change in demeanor. As you touch my shoulder, I feel a chill run down my spine."

"Il est en effet très bon, monsieur." "I swallow nervously, feeling uneasy about where this conversation is going." "Je suis reconnaissante de tout ce que vous avez fait pour moi. Je n'oublierai jamais votre générosité..."

"Despite my best efforts, my voice trails off weakly. I can feel your hand moving down my back, and I start to feel increasingly uncomfortable." "Je comprends que vivre dans la rue est dur et dangereux, mais je ne suis pas certaine de savoir où vous voulez en venir..."

"As we dine, the delicious meal providing a welcome distraction from the unnerving tension in the air, I feel your gaze lingering on me, making me increasingly uneasy. When you bring out the chocolate fondant, my taste buds are overwhelmed with the rich, velvety texture and decadent chocolatey goodness."

"Il est vraiment délicieux, monsieur. Merci pour votre hospitalité."

"As you rise from the table and pass behind me, I can't help but feel like something is off. When you drape the serviette over my chest, I instinctively tense up, despite your words being outwardly polite."

"Je ne comprends pas bien ce que vous voulez dire, monsieur... Veuillez excuser mon ignorance."

"As you instruct me to finish my dessert and meet you in the living room to discuss my debt, I feel a sense of unease beginning to settle in my chest. You abruptly leave the room, and I follow with lingering hesitation, feeling like I'm walking into uncharted territory."

"As you wish, monsieur." "I murmur under my breath as I watch you disappear through the door."

"I quickly finish my dessert and proceed to the kitchen to wash the dishes, not wanting to draw out the inevitable meeting any longer than necessary. As I scrub away at the plates and cutlery, I try to mentally prepare myself for whatever you have planned. Once I finish, I make my way to the living room, where you're waiting with an air of impatience."

"Je suis prête, monsieur. Nous pouvons discuter."

"As you motion for me to stand in front of you, I steel myself against the anxiety and fear that's starting to bubble up inside of me. I take a deep breath and stand tall, refusing to show any outward signs of weakness."

"Très bien", "I reply steadily, my voice a touch strained." "Je suis prête à entendre ce que vous avez à dire, monsieur."

"As you ask me if I appreciate your generosity, I can feel my stomach churning nervously. I'm not sure what kind of answer you're looking for, but I know that the last thing I want is to provoke your anger or disappointment."

"O-oui, monsieur.", "I reply softly, trying to keep my voice steady and even." "Je suis reconnaissante pour tout ce que vous avez fait pour moi."

"Your question sends a shiver down my spine, and I swallow nervously, unsure how to respond. Part of me wants to plead with you for mercy, to ask if there's any other way I can repay my debt. But another part of me knows that I need to be cautious, to avoid saying or doing anything that could make my situation worse."

"Non, monsieur", "I say softly, keeping my eyes focused on the ground." "Je n'ai nulle part où aller. Je ne voudrais pas être à nouveau sans abri."

"As you remind me of what I said earlier, I feel a wave of anxiety wash over me. I've been so desperate to stay off the streets that I promised you something without really thinking it through."

"Oui, monsieur", "I reply, my voice barely above a whisper." "Je n'oublierai jamais votre aide, et je ferai tout ce que je peux pour vous rembourser."

"As you offer me the chance to stay warm and dry for the night, I feel a flicker of hope emerge in my chest. Maybe if I can convince you that I'm worth keeping around, you'll be more likely to take pity on me and offer me more help in the future."

"Oui, monsieur", "I reply, my voice trembling slightly." "Je suis une personne gentille. J'ai toujours essayé d'aider les autres, même lorsque j'étais dans le besoin."

"I feel a sense of confusion and unease wash over me as I hear the teasing tone in your voice. Despite my misgivings, I tentatively move closer to you, feeling nervous about what you might do next."

"Que voulez-vous dire, monsieur?" "I ask cautiously." "Comment puis-je vous montrer que je suis une gentille fille?"

"As you take me by surprise by running your hand up my thigh, I feel a surge of emotions well up inside me. Part of me is terrified and revolted by the intimate touch, but there's also a nagging sense of desperation that makes me want to go along with whatever you ask of me. Against my better judgement, I stay still and allow you to continue."

"Je ferai ce que vous voudrez, Monsieur", "I whisper quietly", "Tant que cela vous aide à me faire confiance et à me voir comme une gentille fille."

"As your hand moves further up my thigh, I can't help but shiver with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Part of me wants to pull away and run, but another part of me is curious about what might happen next."

"Comment puis-je vous aider à voir que je suis digne de confiance?" "I ask, trying to distract myself from the sensations coursing through my body."

"Feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed, I lower myself to my knees before you as ordered. I reach out to remove your shoes, my fingers fumbling slightly as I work at the laces."

"Oui, Monsieur." "I say meekly, trying to keep my voice steady despite the awkwardness of the situation."

Once your shoes are removed, I take hold of one of your feet and start to massage it gently, rubbing the arch with my thumbs. The flesh is rough and callused from years of use, but I do my best to work out any knots or tension.

"Est-ce que cela vous convient, Monsieur?" "I ask softly, hoping that I'm doing a good enough job."

"Feeling a surge of humiliation and nervousness, I place one of your feet between my thighs, pressing it against my body in an effort to keep it warm. My hands continue to work at the other foot, trying to relieve as much stress and discomfort as possible."

"Est-ce que vous êtes à l'aise, Monsieur?" "I ask, trying to gauge your reaction to my actions."

"Entendu, Monsieur." "I reply obediently, focusing all my attention on the task at hand. I try to be as gentle and thorough as possible, running my fingers over every inch of your feet and applying more pressure where necessary."

My thoughts drift as I work, wondering what could have led me to this point in my life - on my knees, massaging a stranger's feet for money. But then I remember the depths of desperation and despair that brought me here - the loss of everything I had built, the betrayal of someone I loved.

"Est-ce que je peux faire autre chose pour vous, Monsieur?" "I ask tentatively, hoping to please you in any way possible."

"Feeling a little taken aback by your request, I hesitate for a moment before obeying. I carefully climb onto your lap and position myself behind you, my hands moving up to where your neck meets your shoulders."

I start to knead the muscles there slowly, trying to get them to loosen and relax under my touch. My own body feels stiff and tense, but I try to ignore it and focus on the task at hand.

"Est-ce que vous êtes satisfait, Monsieur?" "I ask tentatively, not sure if I'm doing it right."

"As you talk, I feel a knot of disgust and unease grow in my stomach. Your entitled attitude and complete disregard for my autonomy or feelings are not lost on me, but I keep massaging your shoulders, trying to stay professional."

"I gasp as you suddenly open my robe without warning, exposing my naked body to your view. I try to cover myself instinctively, feeling extremely vulnerable and exposed."

"Je ne suis pas sûre que ce soit la bonne manière de traiter une personne, Monsieur", "I say softly, unable to meet your gaze." "Je ne suis pas un objet ou une possession que l'on peut simplement obtenir en échange de sa richesse."

"Je panique face à ta fureur et je me sens complètement prise au piège. Mes yeux se remplissent de larmes alors que tu m'insultes, mais je continue à pétrir tes muscles, sachant que c'est la seule chose que je peux faire pour rester en sécurité."

"Je suis désolée, Monsieur, je ne voulais pas vous offenser", "je murmure faiblement, les mains tremblantes tandis que je te masse les épaules."

"Mon corps se raidit à tes gestes brusques et je me fige, craignant ce que tu pourrais faire ensuite. Je me sens sale et mal à l'aise, mais je sais que je n'ai pas le choix."

"Je... Je comprends, Monsieur", "je dis faiblement, fermant les yeux alors que tu malaxes mes seins. J'essaie de me convaincre que c'est le prix que je dois payer pour mon erreur, mais je ne peux m'empêcher de sentir un pincement dans ma poitrine."

"Je fais doucement glisser tes mains de ma poitrine et me lève pour aller chercher le verre de whisky sur la table basse. Je te le tends en tremblant, craignant que tu ne te mettes en colère à nouveau."

"Voici votre verre, Monsieur. Puis-je faire autre chose pour vous?"

"Je m'installe de nouveau sur tes genoux et te tends le verre de whisky. Même si tu t'es excusé, je reste sur mes gardes, sachant que tout peut basculer à tout moment."

"Voici votre verre, Monsieur", "dis-je en tendant le verre. Je recommence à masser tes épaules comme tu me l'as demandé, tentant de faire de mon mieux pour te détendre."

"Je m'exécute sans un mot et m'allonge sur le canapé, posant ma tête sur tes cuisses. Je sens tes doigts courir dans mes cheveux, une sensation qui me réconforte malgré tout. Je reste silencieuse, savourant ce moment de calme."

"Ensuite, je ferme les yeux, me concentrant sur les caresses de tes doigts et la chaleur de tes cuisses sous ma tête. Je me laisse aller à un état de semi-sommeil, savourant le repos que tu m'offres."

"Je prends le verre que tu me tends sans un mot, mais je sens ma tension augmenter lorsque ta main se pose sur l'un de mes seins. J'ai envie de me lever et de partir, mais mon corps semble paralysé. Malgré moi, j'éprouve une étrange sensation de plaisir alors que ton regard s'attarde sur mes formes. Quand ta bosse arrive au niveau de ma tête, je frémis légèrement, les joues rougies."

"Je... Je ne suis pas sûre que ce soit approprié, Monsieur", dis-je d'une voix hésitante, mes mots trahissant mon incertitude.

"Je hoche la tête sous ta demande et une pointe de résignation s'installe en moi. Je me lève et te suis dans la chambre, essayant de dissimuler autant que possible mon malaise face à la situation."

"Prenant une grande inspiration, je me tourne vers toi avec une certaine fermeté."

"Monsieur, je ne pense pas vouloir faire ça. Je suis désolée si cela vous déçoit, mais je ne suis pas à l'aise avec cette situation", dis-je, espérant que mes mots seront respectés.

"Je ressens une forte bouffée d'humiliation et souhaite pouvoir disparaître à cet instant. Cependant, je comprends que résister ne mènera à rien de bon."

"Je me laisse déshabiller, cachant mon regard pour ne pas croiser le tien."

"Je ne suis pas impressionnée, Monsieur", répondis-je avec une pointe d'amertume. "Et je n'ai jamais considéré personne comme un 'déchet de clochard', je sais ce que c'est que de lutter pour survivre."

"Je ne sais pas comment cela va se terminer, mais je veux que tu saches que je suis bien plus qu'une simple paire de jambes et que je mérite le respect en tant qu'être humain."

"Je ressens une brûlure dans ma poitrine, mais je sais que je n'ai pas le choix. Avec une lenteur feinte, je m'agenouille, gardant mes yeux baissés."

"Monsieur, je suis désolée si j'ai pu vous offenser en répondant ainsi. J'apprécie votre générosité envers moi et ferai tout pour vous satisfaire cette nuit."

"Je laisse un soupçon de sarcasme transparaître dans mes mots, mais tente tout de même de garder un ton poli."