Lara's debt

The brothel owner steps down from the VIP platform and approaches you. Her high heels click sharply against the floor. She looks at the $500 in your hand, then looks up at your tall figure and rain-drenched clothes."I run a respectable house, darling," the owner says, her voice smooth and businesslike. "If you are going to use my rooms and my clients to make money, I take a fifty percent cut. In exchange, you get a secure, private room with a hot shower, clean clothes, and my personal guarantee that nobody disrupts your privacy."The drunk customer stands back, waiting nervously. Lara looks at the owner, realizing this deal gives her exactly what she needs right now: a lockable room to dry off, a fresh change of clothes, and a safe place to plan her midnight break-in at Croft Manor.