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A/n: ᴾᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᶦˢ ˢˡᶦᵍʰᵗˡʸ ʳᶦᵠᵘᵉ, ˢᵒ...ʸᵉᵃʰ.ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵐⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳʸ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵉ ˢᵒ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵃ'ˡˡ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ🫶🏾. ᴵᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ᴵ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᶻᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃᵈᵛᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳⁱⁿᵍᵉ 🥲DON'ᴛ PLAY THE MUSIC YET.

"C'mon, you slowpokes, hurry it up! We're missing it!" 

It was dark out and Connie was yelling at both Jean and Eren to pick up their pace as they closed in on the doors of the Honey Bee Factory. Eren rolled his. In his right hand, he held onto a small briefcase filled with wads of cash. 

The trio entered the lobby and the first thing Eren noticed was the complete lack of not only customers but Worker Bees and Yellow Jackets too. Blocking off the bottom of the stairs was a black velvet rope.

Today was the first Friday of a new month and with that being the case, Connie and Jean were excited to drag him back outside and attend the monthly event as a group this time around. Rather than checking in the usual way, they stopped by the receptionist to pick up their raffle tickets. They were then gestured to head down the stairwell. From the top alone, they could hear the muffled but rumbling speakers carrying the music out to them.

"Eren," Connie stopped and squeezed his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear to ear. "You're about to enter a brand new world, ma man. This is the only time degenerates like Jean and I get to experience all the Worker Bees and the Queen in one place. And get our drinks half-price too," he muttered.

The further they descended toward the yellow-tinged lounge, the warmer the air around them became. The fusion of sweat and stank fused into it forced Eren to swat it away from his scrunched nostrils. Just past the doorway were too large Yellow Jackets standing and keeping a lookout for the slightest hint of trouble. Seconds later, their eyes fell onto a maskless Worker Bee dressed in green slacks and matching blazer caressing her figure finely. The lonely golden button aligned with her chest was the only one keeping her Double D's cleavage from spilling.

"You're an entire hour late to school, gentlemen!" she scolded, as the long whip slapped across her palm. "Find a table and sit down. Your next class is about to begin."

"Yes ma'am!" With Connie's eyes remaining stuck to her backside he muttered to himself, "I gotta find out which room she's in next time I come back."

They walked around for a bit until they found an empty section dead center in the middle of the room. All around them were men who were laughing, and getting on comfortable with the people they came with. Or publicly being serviced by the 'teachers'. Something Eren rolled his eyes at and thought they could've done in private, but as high status as this brothel was, in the end, it was just that. A brothel.

They debated on which drinks and appetizers to order for their table. Sooner than later on, Historia came by to drop them off. She in particular wore a red latex mini pencil skirt and a white lace bralette, and white heels. She exchanged a momentary glance with Eren before Jean popped his thigh and whispered in his ear to give her a tip.

He realized this and upon seeing her move away, he took a step forward to grab her arm and told her to hold on. He went into his back pocket and filtered out a $50 from his wallet, then passed it over to her thanking her. She was a little stunned at the amount and because of it she quirked a little smile and stepped into his face to peck his cheek. "Thanks for this."