I'm in front of a mirror, watching my reflection with the desire to cry.

"Well then! My little cabbage does not look like this, you are beautiful!" Exclaims Lilia next to me in her shrill voice.

My stepdad took me backstage at a strip club, leaving me with the head pimp mother. For his auction, he has a priori privatized the "show" room of the latter so as not to have any inopportune visitors.

I'm not sure what horrifies me the most: the people in the room on the other side ...