This time, we are not sneaking around the city covered in cloaks and in the middle of the night, so we just stroll through the streets like normal people. I must look like some rich noble bringing home more slaves. The new girls glance all around the buildings and stuff as we walk. Only the harpy looks very nervous and perhaps a bit scared, trying to position herself in the middle of the group all the time.
Fortunately, no one finds an issue with our peculiar group and we reach the mansion. The tieflings are most amazed by its splendour from the outside. I mean, who can blame them? You wouldn't expect to see something like this after getting bought by a brothel owner, no matter how sweet and promising their words were.
We make our way into the building and Elea moves ahead, turning herself towards me.
"Master, let me take our new friends to the bath first. I'll call others and we will take good care of them."
I nod my head. "Okay. Get them some decent clothes after," I say and also turn around to face the gawking demi-humans and my cute dwarf. "Sirgia, can you cook something up for them?"
"Of course. Leave it to me, Master," she replies and trots towards the kitchen.
"For now, listen to this elf, Elea. After you get properly cleaned, she will lead you to the dining room. We will talk about everything after that. Feel free to ask her or others anything," I inform them in Common and then repeat in Orcish for the one girl that isn't good with the former.
"Human has meat? Garrena didn't eat meat for long! Bad humans fed Garrena only bread!"
A smile makes its way onto my lips. I've read and mastered the Orcish language, but hearing it in person is a completely different experience. And I'm able to confirm for myself how weird it actually sounds.
Contradictory to the first impression, Orcs aren't so stupid as to not be able to build extensively coherent sentences. No. This is just how their language works. Short messages with straight to the point content. They convey what they need and that's all. No unnecessary words or grammatical structures. It might seem crude, but it's effective and that's what's the most important. I might need some time to get used to it though.
"Yes, Garrena, I'll let my cook know to prepare something meaty for you," I answer.
"FINALLY! Make elf guide to bath! Hungry!" She throws her fist into the air and starts enthusiastically walking towards Elea.
The three tieflings bow to me a little and follow the tall woman. Only the harpy is left alone. I did notice her almost doing the same, but she stopped herself while glancing at others' backs anxiously. It doesn't seem she trusts the strangers she found herself with enough to rely on their judgement and her doubts are still stronger.
I walk closer to the visibly uncertain girl and she moves her attentive gaze onto me. She is a tad shorter than me. It looks kinda cute when she gazes up at my face with her timid and visibly worried expression. I have an urge to pat her head, but that would only worsen the current situation so I try to smile at her kindly.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Nebu..."
"I see. That's a cute name. There's no need to be so vigilant. Are you perhaps regretting your decision?"
Her eyes dart around the hall and back to me in turns. "I... I don't know..."
"I can't know what you went through in the past, but I can at least assure you that no one here will hurt you in any way. As long as you don't try harming others, of course. However unbelievable the story you heard from my little dwarf seems, it's definitely all true. You girls are now under my care. You can relax. I'll make sure only good things happen to you from now on."

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I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)
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