‘Oh sisters, I have sinned again. I came into your bordello late last night, hoping to seek refuge from the storm but instead I help create one. I storm of moans and pants, screams flashing like lightning as I spent the evening in the company of your Arno. That however is not the sin, the sin came as he pushed me against the window, letting any passer by who braved the rain and wind see just exactly what he could do to my body.’