23: New Room.

Leonor tried to stay calm. "Yes, I am. My things, they're not in my room. Do you know where they are?" Melissa moved closer, her smile was big but not nice.

"Why? Do you think you're something special here? Think Master Armando cares about you?"

Leonor didn't want to fight. "I just want to find my things. Please."

Melissa laughed, a sound that didn't match her eyes. "Oh, he's got you all mixed up, huh? You think he's your knight or something just because he saved your slutty ass from being molested there and then?"

Leonor felt her cheeks get hot in anger as she knew it had to be one of the ladies at the party who immediately gossiped about her to Melissa. "I don't think that. I just—"

Melissa cut her off. "You just what? Do you think you're his number-one girl now? Leonor, you keep saying you're not interested in Master Armando, when in fact all you want to do that most is gain attention to yourself, you self-induced whore."

"Look, Melissa-" she called, trying to hold herself back.