[Matthew's POV]
As soon as we stepped into the bathhouse, I could tell the twins had brought us to a classy place.
Since we had just come from a hunt, there was a specific entrance with an antechamber for removing our filthy clothes and getting rid of most of the dirt.
The house also offered a laundry service; by the time the fun was over, you'd get your clothes back, clean and fresh, an excellent service combo.
I didn't remember anything like that back in Astar, maybe because it's not the kind of city where adventurers earn enough to afford such refined luxuries.
"Mr. Matthew, would you like to visit our VIP area? Unfortunately, your companions wouldn't be allowed inside, but I believe you'd enjoy the more luxurious service."
A concierge approached me with the offer, probably mistaking me for a nobleman.
"Don't worry, boss. You're safe in here," said one of the twins.
"You can go, we took our friend here to lose his virginity," the other added.
"I'm not a virgin!" Tomas protested.
He was the dirtiest of the three of us, so he hadn't finished cleaning yet.
"Of course. Please, show me the way to the VIP area," I said to the concierge.
And with that, I headed off on a different path from the dwarfs.
He led me to a more luxurious section. The décor made it obvious, this part of the bathhouse was reserved for the most special clientele.
"From this door forward, house rules require all guests to wear masks. Our VIP clients value their privacy," the concierge explained, gesturing to a tray carried by a stunning courtesan wearing very little.
I grabbed a mask at random and put it on.
"From this point on, sir, you must also be accompanied by a lady. You may choose one from among our top courtesans."
After he said that, he clapped twice, and a procession of courtesans began entering the room. The concierge pointed me to a sofa where I could sit and make my selection.
I had seen scenes like this hundreds of times in my life. Enough times to know all the tricks behind the show.
Of course, all the girls were beautiful, but the best ones always came in last.
You show the average ones first so that when you reveal the exceptional ones, they shine even brighter.
"You can skip to the premium products, please."
I didn't like speaking that way, but it's how a noble was expected to act.
The concierge gave a slight smile and made another gesture. The current girls left, and three new courtesans entered to take their place.
As expected, they were exceptional.
On par with Lilian, though I still preferred my succubus.
Of course, I wanted all three. But if I went back home and Lilian found out I'd had fun with three courtesans at a bathhouse without inviting her, she'd kill me.
Not because I'd be cheating, but because I didn't take her along.
Among the three, one was clearly the top courtesan of the house.
This wasn't Astar, so in terms of adult entertainment, it was considered a small town. But that redhead could easily compete with the most sought-after courtesans in the best houses of Astar.
So if she was still here and hadn't been snatched up by a big-name brothel, it meant she was the star of this house.
I didn't even have to think. My choice was obvious.
"The redhead," was all I said.
The other two scoffed, probably something they were used to.
The redhead smiled triumphantly and gave me a sultry look that made me want to grab her and carry her straight to a room.
"Excellent choice. Eferina, please take our esteemed guest to our finest bathing suite," the concierge said.
She stood and walked toward me with a sensual sway that matched her seductive gaze.
She extended her hand to me and said:
"Would the esteemed guest be so kind as to follow me?"
Her voice was sweet and soft, but dripping with lust.
I placed my hand in hers and allowed that devil in angel's skin to lead me to her den of sin.
She wasn't old enough to be called a MILF, but she wasn't too young either.
Her body was an elegant sequence of proportional curves.
Her hips swayed hypnotically as she walked ahead of me, and her perfume was like a magical chain keeping me bound to her sculpted figure.
When we arrived at the bath suite, a Roman-style heated pool, she first helped me remove the bathrobe that had been provided at the entrance. Then she began washing my body.
The sensation of her hands spreading soap across my skin was intoxicating.
She carefully cleaned every inch of me.
And I don't even need to say that by that point, my little buddy down there was already standing proud, like the glorious mainmast of a warship.
She was a true professional. She polished my mast with the skill of a master artisan. That bath alone was worth every coin I'd spend here. And that was just the foreplay.
After washing and rinsing me off, she led me into the heated pool. Immersing your body in hot water is a magic of its own kind.
She didn't enter right away, first, she prepared a hookah with aromatic herbs and poured me a glass of wine.
Then, right in front of me, she began to undress.
She took her time, using every second to demonstrate her talent in the art of seduction. Each new inch of skin revealed felt like uncovering a long-lost treasure.
Her breasts weren't big, but perfectly round. Her belly was subtly defined with delicate muscles. Her thighs and legs were long and toned. And her pubic hair, as red as her flowing hair.
It was, without a doubt, a divine spectacle.
When she finished undressing, she entered the pool slowly, still holding my gaze with her hypnotic stare.
She sat beside me, her body brushing against mine.
She inhaled deeply from the hookah, then leaned close and blew the aromatic smoke directly into my mouth.
That warm sensation, the flavor of the herbs mixing with the softness of her lips, was enough to drive anyone mad.
Her hand trailed down my chest, lower and lower, until it reached a place where she began one of the most relaxing massages a man can receive.
I was almost in a trance… until a deep voice I already knew snapped me back to reality.
"Would the esteemed guest accept our company?"
A robust, towering man entered the suite, accompanied by a small and delicate woman.
"Mr. Dra..." I began, but before I could finish, the redhead gently pressed two fingers to my lips.
"No names here, darling," she whispered into my ear.
But yes, as you've probably guessed, it was Mr. and Mrs. Drako.
It seemed the universe was conspiring to give me a shot at that sugar-mommy without having to share Lilian with that beast.
And of course, I wasn't about to let that opportunity slip.
"Of course. I'd be delighted to share this experience."
When Drako stripped down in one go to enter the pool, all I could think was… Poor redhead.