Disguised as a Noble Consort (MxM)

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Outer City, Pleasure District

Music, cheers and laughter echoed around the pub as men drank, danced and played with their courtesans till their hearts content. Not too far away a young man stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in fine white robes and a black fox mask keeping half of his face hidden as he stared at the scenario downstairs with dismay, seeing as men take their courtesans on top of tables, floors and even the stage where a band performs. He slowly began to leave with a shook of his head, heading upstairs where the higher valued courtesans, the fine looking one's are settled into luxurious room as the Madame, owner of the pub stated.

Upon entering, he was met with the heavy scent of what he assumed to be cherry blossoms, as nice as it was, something about it just wasn't to his liking which in turn made him wrinkle his nose in distaste . Bringing his eyes to scan his surroundings the room he was promised to be of luxury wasn't on par with his expectations but fortunately it wasn't dissapointing either. Dark green mahogany floors, the walls painted in the lighter shade as opposed to the floor, on the middle sat a large queen size bed with lush green beddings and cheap looking gold drapes and on the bed lay a woman. She was covered in garments of better quality than the whores that frolicked downstairs.Her clothes designed to emphasize her voluptuous breasts that almost seemed to pop out with the way she crossed her arms tightly around her chest. Her lower garments consist of a long red mesh skirt revealing a narrow waist and long slim legs. She was a fine woman indeed but to his utter dissapointment, nothing about her sparked a fire of lust in his being.

"My Lord" The woman greeted, getting off the bed to approach him, swaying her hips seductively on the way while he was staring at her, completely disinterested. She gently placed her slender fingers on his shoulders, her perfectly manicured long nails, painted in red tapping repeatedly on his neck in a sensual manner.

'What a weird way to seduce a man' he thought, shaking his head away from the woman's touch as her nails made his neck itch uncomfortably. The woman began to frown by the feedback she recieved, confusion plastering on her dainty features.

"My Lord, am I not to your liking?" She asked, her voice sounded hush and a little squeaky, like whispering to a baby.

He grimaced when the woman began to trace her hand back on his neck again.

"You are a very fine woman" he didn't answer her question directly and with swift motions he removed her arms around him and in turn tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ears, caressing her soft cheeks, watching the way her cheeks tainted a rosy pink, her eyes gazing down in a shy manner.

"M-my Lord, I'm very pleased at such compliment" she stuttered , her dark brown eyes darting side to side as the young man caress her cheeks ever so gently. He finally removed his hand, making the woman step back and compose herself.

"Why wear such clothes that's exposing so much of your skin?" he asked, though he grimaced inwardly for asking such idiotic question considering courtesans are bound to wear such clothes as it is part of their work.

Surprised , the woman cleared her throat and hurriedly grabbed a long red silky scarf, wrapping it around her shoulders, and tying it into a ribbon in the front, hiding her cleavage.

"Pardon me for such outfit my Lord, I didn't know you're one of those customers" she pointed out. Gone with that look of trained seduction, now she plastered a gentle smile on her face, one of which he found more appealing than the previous masked she had worn.

"One of those customers?" He couldn't help but ask.

The woman nodded curtly, grabbing some tea cups and a teapot filled with tea, placing it on a nearby table.

"I sometimes have customers that only wish to spend time with me, not in the bed but talk and drink some hot tea" she mumbled, her smile widening as she motioned for him to come and have a seat. He nodded in understanding, taking a seat across from her as she filled his cup with tea.

"So you're having a break from giving your services...?" he wanted to state but asked instead. The woman smiled, nodding her head as she picked up her cup, bringing it close to her mouth.

"That would be right my Lord"

"I see" he didn't have much to say, he was starting to ask himself why he went to a pub again , payed a huge amount to be serviced by their finest whores when all he planned to do here was drink tea and have small talks, not that he's complaining.

With a chuckle he reached for his own cup and began to take a sip, mildly surprised to savor a flavor he doesn't quite know yet.

"What is this?" he asked out of curiosity. The woman looked at him and smiled, placing her tea cup on the table gently.

"It's Jasmine tea with honey and a hint of lemon my Lord, I hope it is something that is to your liking" the tone she used was something like she was proudly stating it making his lips twitch in almost a smile as he sipped his tea again, savoring more of the flavor when their moment was suddenly interrupted by the slam of a door opening, a door which he knows was coming from behind.

"MY LORD, THE YOUNG LADY HAS ARRIVED BACK AT THE MANOR!"

He was taken aback at first but when his mind finally understood what the man, most likely a servant of his household he almost jumped out of his seat as he heard the mentioning of his beloved sister.

"Xie Xie has arrived!?" he shouted with joy, closing his eyes and imagining the vivid image of his sister's lovely smile. It had been long, way too long since they last seen each other and the excitement bubbling inside him was so hard to contain and just wanted to burst.

After a few seconds he finally caved into his emotions and jumped out of his seat, not caring if he knocked his tea cup down as he sprinted towards the exit, running straight home and leaving the servant and the woman staring at each other confusedly.

"I'm deeply sorry about that, My Lord can never contain himself upon the mentioning of the young lady of the manor" the servant stated apologetically before leaving the woman staring at the door awkwardly.

"I've never met such a man" she whispered to herself watching the spilled tea soaking the table cloth knowing full well it will stain and she would get scolded by the Madame. Reluctantly, she willed herself to get up and clean the mess that was left behind yet oddly enough , she found herself smiling happily about today's encounter.