When Jasmine Silver regained consciousness, she found that she was naked on a bed.

She felt extremely horny and knew that she had been drugged.

She looked around her and tried to move but found herself tied to the bed with ropes. She looked around frantically, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was filled with all kinds of strange and terrifying equipment, and she felt a cold sweat breaking out all over her body.

The drug had made its way through her system. Jasmine gritted her teeth tightly to remain conscious. With all the strength she could muster, she struggled against the ropes, trying to free herself.

There was no way she would let herself be treated disrespectfully and get humiliated like that!

Jasmine didn't have time to think about who had done this to her. With a final burst of energy, she broke free. Her captors had not expected her to have the strength to break free. They had not locked the door.

Jasmine had been knocked out and sent here while she was at work. She did not have her clothes and could only wrap herself tightly in the blanket and run away barefoot. She was afraid that someone might recognize her, so she messed up her hair and smeared her thick makeup. She also tried to stay away from lit areas.

The club was famous for its ''service''. A subtle system was in place for those in the know. A blue light by the door indicated a male was inside and available for the night, while a pink light meant a female was available.

Desperate and pressed for time, Jasmine tried every room with a blue light, but they were all empty.

She had lost almost all hope as she pushed open the last door at the end of the corridor. She was delighted to find a man seated next to the window.

Hearing the noise, the man turned to look at the door.

Under the dim light, Jasmine could see the man's perfect features. He was handsome and muscular, and he was exactly who she was looking for.

"Fifty bucks for the night. You interested?" Jasmine's voice was hoarse as she got straight to the point.

She didn't know the market price, but that was all she could afford.

The man frowned and glared at her with intense anger. But Jasmine didn't care. She was beyond the point of self-control and determined to make it happen even if he wasn't willing.

She strode toward the man.

"Get lost," Galvin Dion said. His voice was as cold as ice.

"You're just here to work. Why are you so picky? Listen, I'm a good-looking person, and you won't be losing out by saying yes to me." Jasmine didn't even realize how much of a mess she looked, with makeup smeared all over her face like a warpaint. She was too focused on her goal to care about her appearance.

She moved forward in a hurry. The blanket she used to cover herself was too long and dragged behind her. One of the corners of the blankets got wedged under a chair.

The blanket slipped off Jasmine's shoulders, and she stumbled over it, tumbling into the man's lap with a thud.

Galvin could feel her smooth and hot skin beneath his palms. That was when he realized that she was not wearing anything at all.

She had been naked under those sheets!

He said coldly, "You aren't even wearing any clothes. How shameless you are!"

Jasmine flushed bright red. She struggled to her feet but to no avail. Her body was sapped of strength and she ended up just rubbing herself against him.

"Don't move around." Galvin felt rather uncomfortable with her rubbing all over him.

Then, a shiver of excitement ran down his spine. Something incredible had happened.

A burning sensation grew in his abdomen as Galvin realized he was reacting to her touch.

After the car accident, Galvin had completely lost his libido, and even the doctors were unable to diagnose the root of the problem.

It was not a physical problem. He knew that he was perfectly healthy physically. That was why he even suspected that he was attracted to men.

Before he could think even deeper, the woman in his lap lost all sense of rationality. She parted her legs and straddled him. Her hands wandered to his waist and grabbed his belt recklessly. 

The next day, Jasmine looked blankly at the messy sheets and her completely naked body. Her body was covered in red marks. While her memory of last night was hazy, she could still vaguely remember what happened.

She had forced herself on a sex worker.

The realization hit Jasmine like a ton of bricks, causing her face to turn pale. She knew she had to get out of there quickly before the man returned.

He had not even agreed to sleep with her, but she... It would be troublesome if this got out of hand.

Jasmine left the man a note, leaving behind her bank account number and passcode. She only had 50 bucks left in that account.

She felt furious when she thought of how she had lost her virginity just like that. She wrote something else on the note angrily.

Then she spotted a man's T-shirt that she could wear as a makeshift dress, as well as some disposable underwear in the room. After quickly changing into them, she slipped out of the room, deftly avoiding any surveillance cameras.

The moment Jasmine stepped through the doorway, a cigarette ashtray came hurtling toward her.