"Your first customer is a big shot Aussie ex-pat, a real hunk who'll give you an eyeful before he has his wicked way with you," Ibu said, laughing cruelly. "Try not to fall apart the first time he takes you, yeah? And try not to bleed too much, I can't be bothered with a massive cleanup job."

You stood there, absolutely terrified, as Ibu, the boss of the Bali Brothel, looked down at you with a nasty smirk. Your parents' huge debt to her left you no choice but to be forced into prostitution here for a year.

With a snap of her fingers, she ordered you dragged into a room with a big bed. She then leaves you in the room as you wait for your first client. The air feels thick with humidity and the faint scent of frangipani from outside mocks you with reminders of the paradise you can't access. Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear heavy footsteps approaching the door. Your Aussie client would be barging in any second now...