Lara's debt

The boss slowly pours herself another cup of coffee, looking at Lara's determined stance with a sharp, calculating eye. She slides a sleek, encrypted electronic pass card onto the counter, keeping her palm flat over it."Don't rush; let's settle the arrangements for tonight first," the boss says smoothly, a cold business smile on her lips. "I can provide whatever you need, of course—weapons, gear, a secure blueprint of Apex Tower. But I won't give you that pass card unless you work in the gangbang room tonight. My VIP clients pay top dollar, and a stunning aristocrat like you would break records."Lara's grip on the counter tightens. The electronic pass card is her only quick ticket into Vance's highly secured penthouse office at Apex Tower. If she refuses, she will have to find a much harder, more dangerous way to infiltrate a corporate skyscraper with no gear. If she accepts, her body will face an even more grueling trial than the night before, pushing her endurance to the absolute limit.