Master of vice. Brahms Asti, Getta Julia

I have always been afraid of rich people. By the will of fate, just such a person was the representative of the elite, an influential and cynical owner of a major center of neuropsychology. I needed money, he was a nanny for a girl who mysteriously appeared in the walls of a luxurious house. I tried not to believe the alarming rumors about the reputation of this devilishly beautiful man, and did not notice how easily he studies me from the slightest gestures. Until today. When I woke up naked in his bed, and could not remember how I got there.