The Gradens

@Kim Jennie Maia had no idea there was a figure watching her form the peek of the female changing room door, as she remained sprawled out, groping her s to try and stimulate herself as her fingers inside her cavern made a liquidity sound. It was a no duh that the brunette was wet, her hormons on fire as her stomach and pelvis ached and swelled. But even as her breathes got heavier and she tried shoving as deep into herself as her hand allowed, it was more painful than pleasure filled.

“God!!” Laying down on the floor completely, pulling her fingers out rapidly, she gave up. Gritting her teeth in frustration, with quickly sat herself up, shakily standing from the little towel she’d laid under herself and with shakey legs searched the room for anything she could put inside to get her off. It was only at this time that she noticed a figure at the door, and she jolted a bit in shock.
“S-Sorry, do you need in here?” the low class girl had no shame about her ual needs (not many people who worked for the brothal did) so she didn’t expect judgement, just more of another worker needing to use the room she was trying to let off in.
‘God, I need a cold hose...’

@Maia Mitchell Jennie, the small merchant girl who wanders around the brothel almost on a daily basis, who known to be a worker in the brothel was in-charge of cleaning the gardens today by the mistress was wearing her peasant dress & a ribbon hat; doing her cleaning duties before the night falls & so her shift for customer service would come.

As she was done cleaning soils, cutting extra leaves, and sprinkling water around the trees and plants, she looked at her watch and knew there was still plenty of time before her other shift and so she decided to step inside and directly go to the changing room to change. But when she stepped in, she heard a muffled mewl constantly getting louder every second. At first, she ignored the sound and just straight up washed her hands and face clean by the faucet. Though the sounds of moans bothered her, it was like music to her ears and it made her instantly curious once she was done wiping her wet face with a clean towel. Jennie wasn't that kind of girl who just barges in, so she took time to step outside the comfort room only to peek at the room where the sound came from. There, she saw that pretty young woman touching herself for her most pleasure, messing up the towels where she lay onto due to her uncontrollable hip-jerks. She placed a hand onto the jamb while watching the lady play with herself; making Jennie grip onto the fabric of her dress with herself biting her own lower lip.

@Kim Jennie Maia’s last client was probably the highest review she would get from any customer, and yet for herself the lowest amount of satisfaction. A rich upper middle class man (did he say noblemen? Banker?) it didn’t change the fact that he was a senior citizen looking for a way to treat himself without his wife knowing. He must’ve been very pent up, besides with a weak stomach, as Maia barely took off her clothes before he came. He ed 3 times in the span of 10 minutes, and then dismissed her because he was tierd.

Most may take that as a win, because he paid for 2 hours and it was much less time then that, but besides the money, there was always this yearning for escape from the hardships of poverty. So, frustratedly, The brunette left the bedchamber and was now in her work changing room which was near the gardens, sticking three fingers up herself as she tried to get off. Everyone else was with clients or in the parlor assumingly, so Maia cared little that she was by herself, trying to herself with her lacy back undies on, groaning in pain as all she wanted was release. She tried looking in a mirror as he touched and ed her fingers inside herself to get her going, but it was agonizing trying to do this herself. Her breathes were heavy as she chewed on her bottom lip, trying to rock her hips faster onto her fingers.