<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">Brothel of Diana</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Marisol Estefania Alvarez</span></span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://dreamangel7.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/wpid-cartoon-girl-3d-pictures-hd-wallpaper-1080x607.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Marisol listened very carefully to Edward as she always did and he leaned down, giving her a gentle kiss that took her breath away. His hand remained on her cheek, her eyes staring into his and she put her hand over his as he began to speak once more,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0040FF">"Not that I say, that you shall turn into a warrior. But stop thinking that we have to fool anyone. We don't have to. It is your past, it is over, it is not your life anymore. If one of your former customer crosses your way and believes he can still treat you like a whore, then ignore him. You are a chambermaid now and you have pride and dignity. You are no whore, Marisol. You are a young woman and that is all."</span></span></span><br/><br/>She shook her head some and defeat seemed to flash across Edward's eyes until she spoke,<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"No, Edward. I am not just a young woman--I am a young woman in love with the most kind, considerate, handsome man in existence. I am a young woman who has found all that she desires in her life--and that desire is you." </span></span>She gave him another kiss feeling much better with Edward's comforting words. He, of course, was right. She was no more a whore than Thyra was a slave. Those lives were in the past and the new lives were much improved. She would not longer have to partake in sexual acts that left her feeling dirty--instead she would have the choice of making love with Edward and no one else. Her life was her own and Edward had given her that much.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Thank you..." </span></span>she whispered at last clearly grateful for all that Edward had done.