As they stepped off the plane at Reno-Tahoe International Airport, a sense of excitement filled the air for Crystal and Emilia. The bright lights and friendly smiles of the airport staff made them feel welcome right away. Looking out the large windows, Crystal could see the stunning mountains in the distance, promising adventure ahead. With a little bit of nervousness mixed with joy, they grabbed their bags and took a deep breath, ready to explore this city known for its beauty, outdoor activities, and nearby beautiful lakes. Each step taken inside the airport felt like the beginning of a great story, full of new experiences waiting to be discovered.

  Glancing around at the new environment, all she could see was new things. New cars, a new set of people, new equipment, and other new things. Boarding the plane wasn't an easy task because she kept imagining herself falling or other bad things that would make her trip canceled. Meanwhile, Emilia, on the other hand, was calm and composed; it was obvious that this was not her first time boarding a plane. She even asked her about it, and she just said one of her workers took her on a plane and the like.

  Right now, they are still at the airport waiting for Patricia to come pick them up. Emilia was trying to make new friends, but she wasn't getting anywhere with it while she was just quiet and her eyes were everywhere.

  Beautiful skin, beautiful faces, beautiful equipment...the place was just too beautiful.

  Her eyes were still everywhere when she saw Patricia.

  "Girls," Patricia said while waving at them.

  "Emilia, your sister is here," she said to Emilia, and they rushed down to her.

  Emilia was the first to hug her sister; the scene was so emotional that tears were about to fall down her eyes until Patricia met her and hugged her too.

  "Welcome to Reno, Nevada. It's nice to have both of you here with me. I'm sure we are going to have a nice time together."

  "Thanks, sister," both of them replied, looked at themselves, and burst out laughing.

  "No, no, this is Reno. Behave yourselves, and I am Patricia, not Sister. Yes, I am your sister, but do not call me Sister."

  Less than ten minutes later, they were in a Maybach car; Patricia was the one driving while Crystal kept looking around. "This place is really beautiful," she muttered to herself.

  The sights are really too beautiful to behold. On getting to their destination, which is Patricia's house, she was amazed.

  The building is magnificent; the outside looks like a wedding scene, beautiful and calm.

  They came down from the car, and she got lost in the beauty of the house.

  White as snow.

  "Welcome to my humble abode," Patricia said, snapping me out of my fantasy.

  Oh, how I wish I owned this!

  Patricia whispered something to Emilia, and that action seemed suspicious, but I let it slide.

  "...Marie is my house help; she will show you around. I am quite tired."

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  Marie shows up with an apron around her neck and tied at her waist.

  She looks like she is in her early forties and beautiful in her apron with blonde hair.

  The woman looks hardworking and welcoming, like a mother. She welcomed us, and she looked really nice. At the end of the day, I got a room for myself, and Emilia got hers too.

  My sister must have really been doing well; what a beautiful house and car she has gotten for herself! Guess this business pays better over here than in Nigeria. Looking at my spacious room with a beautiful view, I couldn't help but love the room more. I can't wait to blend into this lifestyle, earn more, and do better than my sister. Emilia thought to herself.

  Remembering my innocent friend, I smiled. When we arrived earlier, Patricia had asked me if I had told Crystal that she had come here to join them in the business of prostitution.

  Of course I did not tell her; I know the kind of friend I have; she would have stayed back and wouldn't have come, but I want the best for her, and I don't want her to be alone in Nigeria. Crystal had really been a good friend to her from the start of their friendship, although she wasn't comfortable herself, but she still tried to be good to her. During their school days, Crystal always helped her with her schoolwork, considering the fact that Crystal is the genius, and Crystal never slapped her with that fact.

  Since she is here now, she can do it for a short while to save money and move out of the business, and if eventually she got to like the work, she would surely get more money. Having me as a friend and my sister as an ally would really be in her favor. We will blend her up and give her the wonderful life she deserves .

  Crystal has been a great friend to me. I remember the things she has done for me while we were in secondary school, but then she never knew what was in store for her, but I am sure she's going to like it after all I did, and we are talking about money here. She reminded herself of the need to take a nap because tomorrow they are going sightseeing, shopping, and many more fun activities.

  Something doesn't seem right, but I can't place it. I can't say exactly what it is, but better still, I am glad to be here. Patricia said we are going shopping and also to the spa and beauty salon around here. Crystal thought to herself, she was good at mentally scanning her environment. I just needed to get something to do so I could start helping out with the running of the household .

  I know if I am not a burden to them, they won't get tired of me. The more reason I need to work hard and earn money so I could even be gifting them, which would make me earn their love.

  I noticed a change of countenance earlier before Patricia left us with the excuse that she was tired. That moment she whispered something to Emilia, which I did not hear; Emilia looked at me, then back at her sister and said no. I wonder what it is they are whispering about and do not want me to hear, but it made me feel uneasy.

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  Patricia lay down in her queen-size bed, boiling; she's really angry at her sister. Before they left Nigeria, she had told her to tell her silly friend about the work she was to do here, and her silly sister said she had not told her.

  Imagine!

  The girl herself should know, or did she think life was this easy, or did she think she was doing an honest job and she had gone this far? She should know herself that money for sex has gotten her to this level. If not, how would she have gotten their permanent visa that easily? She doesn't care about the orphan; all she wants from the orphan is to sell off her virginity, although it's a win-win situation: I get paid, she gets paid, gets to meet my top client, and makes a good life for herself.

  The person I have in mind to give to her will pay a fortune to sleep with a virgin girl who is willing. Patricia laughs at her brilliance. She would make a fortune out of her. When they were in Lagos, she despised the way the girl was acting, doing all the holy things, going to church, and the like, making her look like a bad person. Even when she had discussed with her sister for them to introduce her to what they do, her sister had been against it, giving different excuses. She would have forced her into it if not for the fact that she left the country.

  She had been catering for someone's child who is not her relative all this while; she needed to profit from this; she never does things without getting profit for it. Guess this is her profit time; she would plan a welcoming party for them and use the opportunity to introduce them to her top clients and take it up from there.

  She had planned for them to go out today to get accustomed to the environment, take them shopping, spa treatments, and other stuff. All this money she would be spending, she would get it back tenfold, she told herself, and then decided to take a nap.