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Chapter 23: Brothel - 2
—–CROW—–
The red-light district was ornately decorated. While it had a reputation for being dirty, it wasn't actually that filthy.
Since it generated significant tax revenue and was directly managed by the territory, a considerable amount of money was invested in its upkeep, from cleaning to street maintenance, especially since brothels were legal in this world.
The Red Flower Garden, in particular, was quite unique.
They had invested heavily in the building and surrounding area, making it easily accessible by carriage.
While the overall prices were high, they were affordable for first-rate adventurers.
It was a brothel that specialized in entertaining merchants and the town's elite. Even the prostitutes here were said to be trained in basic etiquette.
They also operated several branch establishments nearby, offering a range of services, from taverns where one could casually chat with prostitutes at a lower price, to establishments offering oral sex, handjobs, breast play, and various themed rooms for specialized services.
They were a major player in the area.
Beatrice, the madam of the Red Flower Garden, the largest organization in the red-light district, greeted me politely, seemingly unconcerned about her own position. While her beauty was striking, I couldn't help but notice her breasts, the largest I had ever seen.
Larger than even Grace-noona's, they were beyond ample, bordering on explosive. Not to the point of being grotesque, but perfectly suited to my taste. With every movement, they swayed gracefully, like a ballerina on stage.
The beauty mark above her breast was particularly alluring. She also had one near her eye.
Was she prone to beauty marks? I felt a sudden urge to see how many she had and where they were located.
Let me be clear, I wasn't intentionally staring. Her tightly cinched dress accentuated her breasts, naturally drawing my gaze.
She seemed aware of her charm, standing tall and confident, not bothering to hide them.
One thing I had become accustomed to in this world was surreptitious glances. Especially with magic, I could observe people without them noticing, not even my father. It was similar to how I teased Chloe.
I scanned Beatrice's body discreetly.
Her hair was neatly tied up, adorned with sparkling, expensive accessories. The exposed skin of her neck seemed to exude confidence.
It was the confidence of someone who didn't need to hide anything.
One couldn't expose themselves like that without being confident in their appearance.
Her makeup was surprisingly natural, not overly heavy for a prostitute. Her lipstick was the most noticeable, but it suited her appearance and demeanor.
Despite her age, which was apparent, her skin was smooth and wrinkle-free, even with the light makeup. She exuded a mature charm.
I had heard that Beatrice was quite old. I seemed to recall reading about it in the Red Flower Garden's documents. She had been working in the brothel for a long time. Was she older than my mother?
Yet, she looked young enough to still be working. I had heard she was still quite popular. The reports mentioned that she occasionally entertained VIP clients.
Beatrice carried herself with a grace and dignity that belied her profession. It was impressive that a simple prostitute had risen to such a position. Her every action was refined, like that of a noble.
"Hee hee."
We made eye contact and smiled at each other. I was looking at her with interest, but I wondered how she saw me.
"It is a great honor for our humble establishment to receive a visit from Franz-nim."
"Not at all. On the contrary, seeing such beautiful flowers makes me feel like I've entered a beautiful paradise."
"Thank you for the compliment, Franz-nim."
The other women, the prostitutes, discreetly excused themselves, as if well-versed in etiquette. They were all beautiful, a feast for the eyes. Unlike the women in the castle, they wore revealing dresses. Zeke, unlike me, seemed pleased with the sight, his earlier displeasure forgotten.
"Allow me to escort you, Franz-nim. This way, please."
"Alright."
Beatrice led the way. The only ones remaining were Beatrice, the madam and owner of the establishment, and two other women who seemed to be her assistants.
The two women were also beautiful. Blondes like Beatrice, with the same striking crimson eyes. One had short hair, the other long, both with voluptuous figures. They stood behind Beatrice, their heads bowed respectfully, their expressions impassive.
Were they her daughters? I made eye contact with them as they followed Beatrice.
They flinched, pausing momentarily. I followed Beatrice, trying to appear casual. Hmm. Magic users.
"Let's go in."
"Yes."
The knights remained outside as guards. Neria waited in the carriage, while Chloe and Zeke accompanied me as escorts. Isabelle?
"...Should I come too?"
"Mm."
*Glance.*
Isabelle's face fell as I nodded. Beatrice, who had been leading the way, turned around and looked at Isabelle.
"Oh my. Isabelle-nim is here as well."
"It's been a while, Beatrice-nim."
They greeted each other as if just noticing each other's presence, but hadn't they known each other all along?
"I've heard things have been hectic lately because of the adventurers. I didn't expect to see you here, Isabelle-nim."
"I'm sure it's no more hectic than for you, Beatrice-nim, with all the establishments you manage... Oh, and I see you're still up and about at this hour, even though you're not as young as you used to be. I'm worried about your health at your age. Should I find you some tonic? I'll give you a discount on the commission fee."
"Ho ho ho. I'm fine, Isabelle-nim. I take tonics every day. You should be the one taking it easy, Isabelle-nim. You're not as young as you used to be, and I heard you've entered your thirties. Oh my, and you're still not married? Having children at an older age can be difficult."
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Ho ho ho ho."
They exchanged pleasantries with smiles, like two cats hissing at each other.
"Why do they hate each other so much?"
"Who knows?"
Zeke seemed uninterested, his mind elsewhere. I had given up on him. I turned to Chloe, who shrugged.
"I don't know either."
I had expected as much. The two women behind Beatrice had turned away. I heard a sigh.
Beatrice seemed to snap out of it and apologized with a bow.
"Oh my, I apologize for the interruption."
"No, so you know each other."
That was to be expected. Adventurers were the main clientele of brothels, so they must have interacted frequently, especially when dealing with trouble. And they must have seen each other often due to security matters.
"Ho ho. We've met several times regarding those ruffians who cause trouble."
"What else do those brutes know besides fighting? They can't stay quiet when there's alcohol and women involved. We end up seeing each other quite often."
As expected, they met frequently.
"Isn't it their own responsibility?"
"Normally, I wouldn't care about fights, but..."
Isabelle's expression soured.
"It becomes a problem when magic users lose control and start fighting."
I glanced at the two women. They possessed a considerable amount of magic.
"The security seems decent."
I scanned the building. Besides those two, there were several other magic users present. As far as I knew, employing magic users as regular staff, rather than as hired adventurers, in establishments like this resulted in higher taxes.
"The taxes must be quite high."
"Ho ho ho. Necessary expenses to ensure the safety of our customers. And we pay our taxes diligently."
"Mm."
Beatrice spoke confidently, and Zeke nodded. The documents Zeke had given me indicated that the Red Flower Garden was run quite transparently. It seemed like a legitimate business. Large trading companies might employ magic users as security personnel or bodyguards, but having this many magic users in a single establishment... they must be making a lot of money. Well, as long as they reported everything properly and paid their taxes. The number of personnel listed in the documents...
"It matches perfectly."
"...Ho ho. Transparent business practices are our pride."
I had briefly scanned the entire area with my magic. Beatrice's composure faltered as she realized what I had done. The two women behind her also widened their eyes slightly. Beatrice, being a commoner, was one thing, but the two magic users hadn't noticed my magic. It seemed to have come as quite a shock.
Beatrice, sensing the shift in the two women's demeanor, stepped forward and led me into the building.
"Please, come inside."
"Mm."
Finally, we were going in.
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