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

Chapter 131 - The Beginning of the End

So, this new dude strolls in kinda like he owns the place and starts looking around. For now, I remain on the sidelines and observe our new guest while trying to stay out of sight. I'm curious what his first move will be and I'm ready to intercept the quite unusual client at a moment's notice.

Our slightly plump guy strokes his chin while making slow spins with his cane, clearly enjoying being in the spotlight. His quite unfazed gaze roams over the main lobby without stopping at anything in particular.

I catch him slowing down when his eyes move over the multiple beauties tending to our other patrons but that it itself isn't anything new, honestly. The girls do get a few spectators now and then, coming here just for the eye candy. There certainly is a thing or two to admire here.

Seemingly finished with taking in the sights, he continues his parade forward while still peeking to the sides. Some of our guests nod at the newcomer politely but he ignores the gestures completely. It doesn't really get to them and they return to enjoying their time with the beautiful ladies, delicious food, and the highest quality drinks.

Since I have a pretty good grasp of his character just from the few short minutes I've observed the guy, I sweep in before he makes it to the reception. I'd rather not have him spoil Elise's good mood. She is having a very nice day with many customers chatting her up and praising her help in the selection of available goods.

Trying not to insert myself too abruptly, I cross the white suit's path.

"Welcome, traveller, to our humble establishment. My name is Alastair and it would be my honour to guide you through the pleasures of the perfect Utopia," I say with a melodic tone and make a small bow.

He stops his little trek and raises a brow at me.

"Oh, what an honour, the owner himself has shown up to greet me!" He guffaws heartily. "You do know how to approach your valued customers, young man, I can commend you for that."

I smile a little wryly at his reply. Maybe there's something wrong with my eyesight but he doesn't look older than fucking thirty-something. I smell a superiority complex. And boy, it does not smell nice.

"But, of course, dear sir. I believe myself to be in possession of a quite decent insight as someone who has to run this place and my eyes would be considered flawed if I didn't notice such a captivating presence." I decide to play along for now.

"Very good, very good. I agree that you do seem to have eyes for a thing or two. I'm positively surprised. Being able to find something at least somewhat visually pleasing amongst those monsters is certainly a talent. Looking at all the slaves here I can almost fully forget what they are. That's an achievement, and surely explains how your business has gained such a following."

Well, thank you very much, you twat, but I'm pretty sure it's because people actually are into those monsters and not just plain, boring Humans.

"I'm very pleased to hear that, Mister..." I keep my thoughts to myself and smile at the man kindly.

"Duke Gloomveil," he replies with a little twirl of his cane.

"Oh. A nobility. It's certainly an honour." I nod politely again.

The Duke raises a brow at me. "Not really. It's a title. Haven't you heard of me?"

And how the fuck am I supposed to know that, my dude? You certainly emanate an aura of a noble asshole. But, if our quite dignified guest isn't, then I'm pretty sure there's only one other option considering that he knows who I am.

"With all due respect, I'm quite fresh in the field. I'm afraid I'm not yet acquainted with everyone around here, especially since I had a lot of errands to run outside of the capital, leaving the management to my second in command. Am I correct to assume that I have the pleasure of speaking to a member of the association?"