The nonchalant way she acts helps me regain my composure and remember that I'm on a mission. If my enemy paralyzes me just by existing, he wins before we even start fighting.
She looks at our clothes and nods.
"You're one of them."
"How do you know?" I dare to ask.
"My brother is coming here to show off the new merchandise." We don't even have time to process this when the man, who had been merely watching us, presses my body against the counter.
"You're going to bring us a fortune." The young man with dark eyes stares at me. He grabs me by the arm and drags me to the center of the hall, which is slightly elevated, where a dancer was finishing her pole-dancing routine.
Her gaze toward me shows pity, as if even she—who was standing naked before everyone else—were in a better place tha
