“Remember the shitty room in the shitty place and the shitty guy? He had his ugly birthmark on his fatty cheek, an incredible scar across his forehead and a smaller one on his upper lip. You were assigned to serve him or he chose you to massage him. I was then enjoying myself with another virgin in the next room. The way connected to your room was only a broad expanse of thick curtain. As I remember, the curtain was meant to have a gap as wide as my palm in the middle. It was for a particular purpose - a thread of sky for one girl to learn from the other and customers to watch one another. As it was said, the men who went there were mostly returning customers and the girls all country bumpkins.