Hand and foot. Sheol A.

Working in Bordel-cafe was not part of my plans. But when you wake up in a ditch with a broken head, without a family and the past, you are not particularly asked. A rag in the teeth and march to scrape the tables after a twelve -hour shift.

They do not pay for overtime, there are no breaks for lunch, and you just won’t quit, because according to the documents you are recorded by the property of this evil institution. Could everything become even worse?

Ask the owner of the harem who just bought me about it. He has terrible eyes, nasty character, ten humiliating nicknames for one of me and the same number of frightening secrets in a gloomy mansion. And it's time to decide how to get out of this trap, until they have killed me.