The Ultimate Killer in the Boudoir

Three days after my parents' passing, I didn't observe the mourning period and instead sold myself into a brothel and even put it up for public auction. The whole city was in an uproar, and they criticized me severely. But I invited all those who criticized me into my bedroom. Strangely, after they left, their attitudes changed abruptly. From scolding me, they turned into full support. My uncles and cousins invited many guests for me, and my childhood friend personally sewed a colorful dress for me. Everyone was curious about what I did in the bedroom. I just smiled slightly and remained silent. Until an unexpected person came at the auction. I knew that I could finally find relief.