In a time long before the dark shadows of the pleasure house engulfed her, Lily was just a young girl with dreams as bright as the morning sun. She grew up in a small village on the outskirts of the heartless city, where laughter echoed through the fields and the innocence of youth painted the world in vibrant hues.

"Lily, my precious girl, always remember to dream big," her mother would say, her eyes filled with love and hope.

"I will, Mama," Lily replied with a smile, her heart brimming with optimism.

As she grew older, Lily's beauty blossomed like a rare flower, captivating those who laid eyes upon her. Her golden hair cascaded in waves, framing a face that radiated with a natural charm. Her deep green eyes sparkled with curiosity, and her smile could warm even the coldest of hearts.

"You're growing into such a stunning young woman, Lily," the village elder would compliment, his words a mixture of admiration and concern.

But as Lily approached womanhood, the shadows of misfortune began to cast their pall over her life. Her parents fell ill, and the weight of responsibilities rested heavily on her young shoulders. The burden of caring for them and providing for their needs forced her to make a heart-wrenching decision.

"I must find a way to save them," Lily said to herself, her voice filled with determination.

Desperate to save her parents from destitution, Lily set forth into the heartless city, where fortunes were made and dreams were shattered. The world she encountered was far from the idyllic village of her youth—here, greed and cruelty ruled, and the city's inhabitants were driven by their desires.

In her search for work, she stumbled upon the pleasure house, its façade veiling the torment that lay within.

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"Welcome, young lady. Are you seeking an opportunity to earn a good living?" The suave voice of the pleasure house proprietor echoed in her ears.

"Yes, sir. I need to provide for my family," Lily replied, her voice tinged with apprehension.

The proprietor's eyes gleamed with a calculated interest as he assessed her youthful beauty. "Well, my dear, we have opportunities for women like you to work here and lead a comfortable life."

Lily's heart pounded in her chest, and a sense of unease washed over her. Something about the man's demeanor sent shivers down her spine, but desperation clouded her judgment.

"I'll do anything to help my family," she thought, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.

Under the guise of a legitimate establishment, the pleasure house lured vulnerable young women like Lily with promises of prosperity and security. Little did she know the price she would pay for entering its doors.

Within the walls of the pleasure house, Lily's first tormentor emerged—a man with eyes like daggers and a heart devoid of compassion.

"Come here, pretty girl," he leered, his voice a chilling echo.

Lily's heart raced with trepidation as she approached him, unsure of what was to come.

The man loomed over her, his gaze predatory. "You belong to us now," he said, his words dripping with malice.

Lily's body trembled under his gaze, and she felt a wave of despair wash over her.

"What have I gotten myself into?" she wondered, her voice lost in the cacophony of her own fears.

The man's rough hands roamed her body, and Lily's spirit trembled under his touch.

"No, please," she cried, her voice choked with desperation.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the laughter of her tormentor and his companions.

"Such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" one of the men sneered, his words a twisted mockery.

Lily's golden hair became a curtain of despair, concealing the tears streaming down her face. Each touch was a violation of her innocence, marking her skin with the torment that had become her fate.

As the man's hands roamed lower, Lily's body became a battlefield of pain and humiliation, every inch of her skin scarred by the darkness that surrounded her.

In that heart-wrenching moment, Lily's innocence was forever lost, replaced by an overwhelming sense of despair and hopelessness. Her soul became shackled to the heartless city, her dreams shattered like a fragile glass.

As the night wore on, Lily's tormentor reveled in his power over her, and she succumbed to the darkness that enveloped her life. Her spirit may have been broken, but she clung to the tiniest shred of hope, praying for an escape from the endless night that had become her existence.

And so, the tale of Lily, the woman with the once-magnificent figure and charming nails, began—a heart-wrenching saga of innocence lost and a soul forever tormented by the darkness that lurked within the hearts of men. The city slept, oblivious to the cruelty that unfolded within the walls of the pleasure house, leaving Lily to navigate the endless torment of her existence, forever scarred by the pain that had become her life.