C22 The Sadistic Chief Maid Of The Silver Claw Pack

Karen stood, still in a daze, her mind wondering as the sharp voice of Mrs Lucille cut through the air, jolting her back to reality.

"The rest of you may leave. We only have ten slots, and she has just secured the last one," Mrs Lucille declared, her expression stoic and unmoved by the grumbles and murmurs of the disappointed crowd.

Amidst the sea of discontent girls