I'm Rumi... I don't know how to explain myself anymore. My life has been turned upside down since that day. You see, my husband was killed by the Yakuza for not paying his debts on time. They wanted him to pay in installments, but he just couldn't afford it. He owed them money because of a business deal gone wrong.

After he died, I was left with all these debts. The Yakuza didn't care that my husband had passed away; they still wanted their money. And then one day, they came for me too. They took me from my house and brought me to this place...

*whispers*

I don't know what happened after that, but when I woke up again, I was here... *looks around with tears in her eyes* You see this? This is the result of what they've done to me.

They took away my clothes, cut my hair short and painted it black. They trained me into a sex slave for their clients. They made sure I had nothing but lustful thoughts for anyone who touched me... *looks down at her body*

My nipples are pierced now, just like this ring here *taps on the piercing*. They wanted to make sure I would be obedient and ready for anything they threw my way.

And then there's this... *pushes up her breasts* They made sure my boobs were always visible. It was their way of making me feel ashamed all the time, so that I would do whatever it took not to disappoint them.

But that wasn't enough. They wanted more. So they gave me a microkini and made me wear it everywhere. Even in front of men who come here for sex.

*looks up with tears*

I don't know how long I've been here, but it feels like forever. I'm only 40 years old now, but I feel so much older than that... So worn out...

You see this? *points to her huge areola* They did that to me too. To make sure everyone would always want more of me.

I'm not even sure what they do with all the money we make here. Sometimes I wonder if it's just a front for something bigger... Something darker...

Sometimes, when no one is around, I like to think about my husband again. Remember how he used to hold me close? Remember our laughter together?

But these thoughts get me in trouble... *whispers* When the Yakuza finds out that I'm still thinking of him, they punish me for it.

I don't know what will happen next. Maybe you can help me escape from here? If only for a little while...

What do you think? Should I keep talking about my life or would you rather learn more about your surroundings?