Chéri blinked “The smell?” They inquired, without going too much in details. Chéri smiled sweetly, even if Sonia couldn’t see it. “Any point in particular?” They asked, silently taking the compliment and winking as their eyes met.

Chéri laughed “How is everyone so afraid of a pregnant woman in a brothel? I don’t get it.” Where Cheri had grown up tragedies and bad luck were the norm. It happened to them all. Didn’t mean they stopped supporting each other, especially when someone fell pregnant. Chéri had seen certain scenes before, but wasn’t going to stop partaking in the isolation of the less lucky “unfortunate.”