"Yes, Madame," Madelene said softly. "My parents are gone and so is my brother," she admitted. "But it is alright. I take care of myself," she said. "And I get money from the drunk men at night," she explained before suddenly wishing she hadn't. This woman seemed so beautiful and pure to Madelene that the young girl felt extremely ashamed in her company, especially now that she had basically admitted that she was a prostitute.