The Merchant and Tavern Master

Side Story: Serafina

There was a saying among us women who worked in the brothel: "Your life as a courtesan ended when you fell for your patron." That's exactly what has happened to me now.

It's been around two weeks since Percival vanished from my life. I find myself constantly yearning for him, sometimes waking up feeling utterly miserable. What drew me to him was his genuine care and kindness. I'm uncertain why, even as our booking time neared its end, I felt an unwillingness to part from that kindness. Perhaps, a craving for genuine care had taken root within me. Even my parents never bestowed such kindness upon me. They were perpetually occupied and seemed to bicker incessantly. At the age of 18, I held no reservations when I departed from their home. I believed myself free to chart my own course. I worked in some kind of office with measly pay. I felt it was not enough so selling my body through the establishment came naturally. It was effortless; in my prime, patrons clung to me like flies to honey. I crafted a façade, transforming into an elegant lady that catered to the desires of my patrons.

First time I met him, he supposedly was not special. I knew immediately that he was concealing his real name for some duties. His opulent attire appeared at odds with his demeanor—unlike those accustomed to wealth. He was unabashedly forthcoming about his lack of knowledge, seeking guidance without hesitation. His innocence provided moments of amusement. But, his kindness was genuine. How did I recognize his genuineness? Well, I've plied my trade as a courtesan for two years, considering myself rather adept. I can discern men's desires and bend them to my will. The man couldn't even conceal his disguise properly, and he carelessly divulged his mission to me: finding a missing girl.

One thing led to another. I found myself aiding him in his quest to locate the girl he sought, utilizing my connections with my patrons. Sadly, no new information came to light. Instead, I ended up having to cater to one of my patrons whom I had manipulated into indulging in numerous drinks, enduring several consecutive days without respite. The demands of my profession left me with little choice but to comply, as turning him away could have dire implications for my future prospects. If news were to spread that I declined his advances despite his generous spending, my reputation could suffer serious repercussions. It was the first time where I found myself visiting the temples consecutively for several days, imploring for a cleansing spell to be cast upon me, a safeguard against an unwanted pregnancy.

On a certain day after several weeks, after lunch, Percival made a surprise visit. He appeared genuinely worried upon seeing the toll my recent hardship had taken on me. Without hesitation, he inquired with the Master about the cost to book me for an entire day. The Master quoted an exorbitant price of 10 Goddess Kiss, the most expensive drink this establishment 'Velvet Serenade' could offer. It was an amount that would make even the wealthiest patron hesitate. However, Percival displayed no hint of hesitation, calmly depositing a handful of gold coins into the Master's hand.

"The payment is settled. Shall we proceed, Miss Serafina?"

Honestly, it was the first time my heart had ever fluttered. He genuinely wanted me to take some rest. It wasn't as though I were in imminent danger or anything of the sort, but his actions made me feel like a princess being rescued.

"Yes, sir," I responded with delight. I quickly changed into my everyday attire and then happily linked my arm with his right. I didn't want to waste any time.

"Sir Percival, would you consider visiting my residence? It's a secluded space where we can converse without fear of prying eyes."

He was the first man I had ever welcomed into my home. I must confess, my desire to create a bond between us drove this decision. If he had been just another patron, I would have directed them to another inn. I was not inclined to welcome patrons into my private abode. But with him, I felt a sense of comfort and ease.