As Mona walked down the dirt road towards Mora's farmstead, she couldn't help but feel a familiar sense of dread. It wasn't just because she was drowning in debts or that this was the last place she wanted to be; it was also because she knew exactly what was waiting for her.
Raindrops pattered on her cheap umbrella as she knocked on the creaky gate. "Mora, it's me," she called out, her voice trembling slightly. A moment later, the grumpy old farmer appeared from around the corner, his grizzled face twisted into a scowl.
"What do you want, Mona? I thought we were done with this." He spat on the ground, his eyes flicking towards her ample cleavage and meager attire. It was clear he was still angry over their last encounter because his tone was harsh and his words cut deep.
