Inside the tent, there were six mattresses. Dirty rags would be the better name for those mattresses. And each mattress had multiple sick people lying on it.
The entrance was smaller than my height and as soon as I entered the tent, all of the people inside became dead fish. There was pin-drop silence and they all wondered what the hell a rich dude like me was doing here.
Now who would explain to them that I too understand the hard pain of poverty.
It was kind of crowded inside and there weren't any doctors or anyone authoritative-looking present, so I nonchalantly walked up to the nearest mattress.
There was another female prostitute lying there.
[Name : Que Ann
Race: Undead
Boyfriend: Arman Strong
Ht: 152 cm Wt: 44kg
Sizes: 32-26-32
Cup: C]
And beside her, three other women were seated.
[Name: Har Lotta
Race: Undead
Ht: 168 cm Wt: 49kg
Sizes: 30-28-32
Cup: D]
[Name: Hoo Kerh
