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

Chapter 185 - Customer First

It doesn't take me long to run to my destination, thanks to all the strength the girls are sharing with me. It's quite dark now so people barely notice a dark silhouette zooming past them like wind. I can very much notice another one zooming right after me over the rooftops. No surprise that Hecate isn't going to let me head out alone.

Stopping in front of one of the big mansions in the noble residential district, I take only one glance at the golden gate with big letters spelling ALTCROFT displayed in an arch atop it. It feels a tiny bit familiar for some reason, but I guess it must have appeared in the details of the commission or something. The residence's sentries are clearly already informed about the situation and lead me inside. No doubt the guests have been vocal enough about their request for it to make it to them.

A few flights of marble stairs and hallways later, I'm guided through massive double doors and enter a decently spacious chamber clearly meant to be a high-class meeting place with lots of sofas, tables for food, a dance floor, cosy fireplace, and so on. All marble and gold, of course. This family is clearly rich as fuck, but I already knew that from my initial talks about payment with Abarth.

Loud laughing and giggling reach my ears as I glance around the room, spotting four of my girls still proudly standing by one wall each. The rest of them are sitting or strutting by the feminine voices in the resting area. Save for Ressia, who approaches me with her ears down and tail tucked between her legs.

I give her a little ruffle as we meet. "Cheer up. You did great till this point. Lesson number one. Nothing ever goes according to plan. Now, let me take over. I heard there are some brats that need a good lecture."

A half-smile flashes briefly on her plump lips and her tail makes a few hesitant wags. She nods at me and I sneak in a quick peck on her cheek as I push forward, hearing the speed-up of her fluffy appendage behind me, almost making me chuckle.

As I walk closer to the sofa our clients are piled up on, sharing drinks and laughs together, my girls notice my approach and tense up a little. I wave at them to be at ease and continue interacting with the guests as they have been.

Arriving behind the group of five young ladies dressed in colourful decorative dresses, I cross my arms. They haven't heard me approach, which is perfect.

"I heard someone wished to see me?" I say with a deep tone.

Four women gasp in shock as their heads snap to the back while the one in the middle sinks further into the sofa and hides her face in her hands, most likely from the pure embarrassment of having forced the boss of her hired guards to show up.

Must be our pretty host. Glad to know that she has some leftover humility, even if it's not really her fault so she shouldn't feel too bad about it.

"Goddess, I have goosebumps!" one of the ladies exclaims with a gleeful giggle.

"How did you appear out of thin air? That was scary. You are like a murderer," another adds with an excited shudder.

"We've heard so much about you!" The third one beams at me and they exchange glances, giggling together again. "But, are you going to keep your face hidden? It does make you look a tad scary, I have to admit."

"That depends." I walk around them to be in front of the sofa, next to the low table. "Are you going to behave nicely if I do?"

Without waiting for a reply, I pull back my hood and shake my silver mane, raking my fingers through my hair to fix it up a little bit. Since I'm already here, I might as well humour them. Customer is always right and all that.

Loud ooh's and ahh's escape their lips, save for one person, of course, who keeps feeling quite embarrassed. I don't think she can sink any further into the cushion seat but she does a good job blending in with the white-gold furniture thanks to her lolita-style white dress and beautiful white hair. The other girls have similar dresses but of different colours of course.