The Merchant and Tavern Master

Western Block: Bella

Serafina's cautionary words lingered in my thoughts like a persistent echo. It dawned on me how effortlessly I could succumb to the delicate allure she had expertly wielded. Granted, her familiar charm, reminiscent of my departed beloved Cordelia, played a role in her sway over me. However, I couldn't continue with this half-hearted approach while maintaining my guise as Percival. Although Serafina appeared trustworthy, I lacked concrete evidence to substantiate that belief. Our encounter was a mere passing between a customer and a server, with no foundation of trust built over time. I shuddered at the mere notion of the potential repercussions if I were to unwittingly expose myself to someone entwined with the underworld. The consequences of my reckless openness to a stranger could be dire. I couldn't rely on luck to bail me out a second time. With a firm resolve, I etched that caution into my mind, mentally preparing myself to venture to another establishment, one situated at a distance from Serafina's place.

The following establishment had a more overt appearance, distinct from Serafina's subtle ambiance that resembled a night pub. This building was adorned with flashy decorations, its exterior practically shouting at passersby to step inside. The large windows on the second floor showcased several women dressed in scantily revealing attire, employing seductive gestures to entice anyone who glanced their way. A group of male attendants tended to the guests who entered. I joined the line of other patrons, waiting for my turn to enter.

"How does one partake in the offerings within these walls?" I inquired with the attendant when my turn arrived.

"It's simply telling us your preferences, and we will match you with a lady that you fancy, sir." The payment shall be done after you have decided on your choice, and then we will escort you to the lady's chamber. " He explained without wasting any time.

I trailed behind him, entering a front lobby where an enchanting woman in uniform awaited my arrival. With a nod, the attendant departed, leaving me in the company of this lady. My gaze swept across the room, catching sight of other women stationed at different desks serving patrons other than me, each exuding an aura of seclusion.

"Good evening, Sir. Might I inquire about your preferences in selecting a companion?" Her voice exuded a blend of confidence and gentleness, an oddly compelling combination that tugged at my instincts.

Maintaining my facade as Percival, I unabashedly responded, "Do you happen to have any young ladies available?"

"In what age range would you prefer, sir?" she parried with her own question.

"Not older than sixteen, with blonde hair that ideally reaches her shoulders, possessing green eyes, a modest bust, balanced hips, and a height no taller than my own shoulder," I described.

She pondered in silence for a brief moment, then offered her response: "I regret to let you know, sir, that there are no ladies within the age range you specified. However, we do have a lady whose appearance aligns with your description. Would that be acceptable?"

Contemplating the situation, it occurred to me that the procurer might have fabricated Isabelle's age to facilitate her sale to the brothel. My curiosity piqued, I decided to explore the option further.

"Very well, that will suffice."

"The service fee amounts to 10 silver coins for an hour and a half, payable in advance. Any additional time will incur further charges. Are you in agreement with these terms, sir?"

"That arrangement is acceptable," I replied, placing the requested coins upon the table. The woman efficiently collected the coins, depositing them into a box on her desk.

"Thank you for your prompt payment. Allow me to guide you to the lady's chamber, sir," she announced, rising from her seat. I followed suit, and she delicately looped her right arm through my left, leading me towards the staircase.