I walked slowly down the corridor, feeling unpleasant smells and the creak of the floor with every step. Every step I took was careful not to fall on the shoes with wooden heels. My shoes were also completely uncomfortable and I wanted to take them off as soon as possible, like all other clothes, especially the corset. I tried not to look at my cleavage, which indecently showed my breasts. My dress seemed huge to me.

I went downstairs and saw many people, men and women, passing by me. I guessed that I was in the body of a courtesan from a brothel, but I could not believe that I somehow ended up in the past. It seemed to me that all this is some kind of big staging, that this is a big stage. I wanted to think that this was just a joke, or at least just a play, but with every step I doubted it more and more, especially after I opened the door from this room to the street.

There was an even more stinking smell on the street. The road was muddy, there was no hint of asphalt or even tiles. Carriages with horses passed along the road and all people were dressed in clothes of the 19th or 18th century, I do not like history and therefore it is difficult for me to understand exactly what year of clothes.

A woman walked to the side of the door by the hand with a man. I knew right away that she was also a courtesan. She came closer and said

- Oh, I see you still put on this pendant! So what, he's damned ?! ahahah

She said casually. At this time, this man in a hat was looking so intently at me and at my ... chest that I really wanted to cover myself. I felt horror and fright, immediately remembered what had just happened upstairs and did not want to repeat it at all. I didn’t even pay attention to the words of this girl with him.

When he passed me, he grabbed my hand and quietly said

- Let's meet later

These words gave me goosebumps and I closed my eyes in another attempt to escape at least in this way.