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Elelira POV

When we got to the brothel, Lady Vera was not only willing to talk to me, she invited all of us in for a drink. She grabbed a couple of pints of beer, even though it was barely after lunch, and sat the two of us down at a table in the corner while Cedric and Yasmin remained at the bar, talking with her friends.

“I barely recognized you with that wig on, Luna,” Lady Vera commented. “It’s one of Yasmin’s, isn’t it? I remember sending it out to be cleaned not long before she quit.”

Oh good. At least now I know it’s been cleaned after use. I was trying not to let it bug me, but it was.

“I would have smelled scents on it if it was dirty like that,” Val tried to tell me, rolling her eyes.

“It’s just the fact it was on her head while someone was doing that to her. It’s just a minor phobia.” With my past life, can you really blame me? Thinking of any man doing those acts grosses me out and makes my throat swell. My anxieties begin to rise and I feel like I’m about to slip i