Camelia slipped into the short, red dress, its vibrant hue contrasting sharply with her pale skin. The deep neckline accentuated her curves, a necessary compromise to meet the demands of her job. She smoothed down the fabric, her fingers tracing the intricate beadwork. A sigh escaped her lips as she glanced at her reflection. She had to do this, at least for now.
As she arrived at the Crimson Moon, she was greeted by the familiar din of chatter and clinking glasses. She...