Masha was a young girl who had freshly turned twenty. The petite blonde stood at 5'5 and was on the thin side. Despite her age, Masha was the top earner at the brothel nestled in the heart of St.Petersburg, Russia. She longed for the illusions of freedom the position offered, and of course the lavish gifts and fine clothes she received as tokens from admiring customers. She had her own room, she got private meals, she made her own schedule, and she didn't share a single thing with any of the other girls there. It wasn't much, really, especially considering that she was bringing in millions of dollars every year.
Though Masha was among the youngest girls at this establishment it didn't mean she was at all inexperienced. It was unfortunate for Masha that brothel work was nearly a life long pursuit. Masha's father was a Solntsevskaya Bratva member named Nikolai Pavlin. Her mother had been a sex worker and Nikolai made the mistake of one careless romp. Masha didn't remember her mother well anymore, but she hated her with a passionate fury. The woman had run away, in doing so she saved her own life, but left Masha behind at the age of four, effectively condemning her.
Nikolai Pavlin cares nothing for his daughter. Together with his brother Victor they ran several whore houses for the Solntsevskaya Bratva, all protected by the FSB. Masha started working in the brothel at ten after a hard childhood being used for slave labor in a textile sweat shop. Masha preferred the sex work, at least she usually got her own room. Nikolai had recently left Russia to watch over the mafia's women being sent over to their casino in Las Vegas as whores. It had been his big break. Victor Pavlin, his sadistic brother was now in charge and life had been more dangerous for everyone in the brothel since.
The brothel was a countryside estate chosen for its remote location, yet easy access by car. The ornate mansion was four stories, excluding its full length basement below ground. The building was also a faded shade of red that now looked rosy pink, earning it the name Розовый дом by locals and customers alike. It was surrounded by a tall metal fence and inside the fence there was a nice courtyard, partially covered, to park the cars in.
The inside of the house was your typical glamorous mansion. Gilded crown molding on white walls, deep red wood flooring, golden accents and chandeliers. It was everything a luxury brothel should be. A brilliant atmosphere, beautiful women, and a well rounded bar. Privileged men and women were always coming in and out and most felt right at home. Upon entering through the guarded double doors one is faced with three choices once in the parlor. Left, to the payment offices and a waiting room. This is also where ladies stood for selection when someone needed to compare more than one before deciding on which to bed with. Straight ahead is a grand stair case going to the up stairs, and leading to the other three floors. There is also an elevator, should you feel too intoxicated to walk. If one went right they would find themselves in a lavish bar where men could mingle with girls or get a stiff drink of courage before paying in for the night.
Masha lived in a room on the top floor. She had the room all to herself, and for the first time she felt like she truly owned something. Upon moving in they had let her decorate, even, to adorn her personality to the space. She hadn't ended up changing anything, save for the color of the walls. Once white and gold like the rest of the mansion, she had painted the white blood red, an oddly comforting shade. It made her feel warm, soothed even on the worst nights. She had three whole windows to herself in this room which gave her a view of the outside world, or what little of it there was to see. Nothing excited ever happened out in the countryside, save for the passing of seasons.
Tonight Masha was without a reservation. It had been a more rare occurrence, as of late, but just as all other businesses experience their dry seasons, the brothel had their's. She was relieved not to have to pretend, for one night. She didn't have to fake love or emotions for the regulars tonight, she could just have an anonymous romp and get it over with. Her hair was up in a tight bun high on top of her head. She wore a red evening dress, the parts that would show her body were covered in little sequined flowers that flowed down past her hips until the dress was a sheer transparent red material down to the satin trim. She had sheer stockings on and a pair of red heels that didn't really matter seeing as how long the dress was.
Masha displayed her jewelry proudly. Diamond earrings, a golden diamond collar, necklaces, rings, even a hair clip, they were all gifts. She looked polished, beautiful. A sinful little cherub in a harsh place. Sitting on her bar stool she sipped at a glass of champagne as she waited for the next grouping of customers, for one reason or another they tended to come in bunches, rather than a steady stream.
