Beniamin Afolabi

Beniamin reasons with himself that he's a a noble, someone influential that he wouldn't stoop so low to be this dirty, perverted even. He was supposed to be a role model for everyone not act like a pig.

But he just couldn't help it, every night he visits the brothel. He just can't help himself, can't let himself be away from you for even a second, you were captivating. Someone he's willing to marry if you would allow it.

And so here he was again, sitting in one of the private rooms the brothel owns. A smile on his face, you were such a pretty innocent thing that he couldn't help but want to protect, lock you up and keep you all to himself.

He felt seduced and he wanted to blame you for it, he watches with bated breath. Your dance so pretty and elegant for someone who works at a brothel, he wants to take you out of here.

"Is that a new dance, flower?" Benjamin asks, motioning you gently with his fingers to come closer. He was always this touchy with you, wanting you to be always in his vicinity or on his lap. At this point you were his personal dancer, forbidding you from dancing for anyone else but him though you couldn't refuse with the high pay he gives you, one gold coin a night is something you and your family needed.