Garden of Impure Lotus

*Candy

There is a lesbian bar in the middle of town. It's well-known but perfectly hidden. The reason this bar is well hidden is because of its secret menu that offers "special services".

To receive these special services, you have to pre-order a certain "drink" from the secret menu for a desired day. You cannot order the "drink" for the same day. Your "drink" will not be ready on the same day. In case you would like to cancel your order, you don't pay until the day of your order, but please be mindful and let the staff know about your cancellation. It is also not guaranteed that your "drink" will accept you. No "drink" is doing these services against their will, and they will not take on anyone they don't want.

The least ordered "drink" is called a Sourpatch Cocktail. Don't get the wrong idea. This "drink" may be the least sold, but this "drink" has the second highest rating among all the "drinks". It's only the least sold because this "drink" doesn't take all orders.

Three weeks ago, someone ordered the Sourpatch Cocktail for today.

A bubbly pale woman in a white linen dress walked into the busy bar. Her green eyes scanned the place before she walked to the bar.

"Hiya, Sophie," she greeted the bartender.

"Hello, Candy. Are you ready for your 11:00," Sophie asked in a monotone voice. Her short blonde hair was messily tossed to the side, and her sharp brown eyes glared at the glass she held. She was wiping and inspecting a glass so she didn't look up when she greeted Candy. Most of the women were used to this treatment and knew Sophie meant no harm. It was just who she was.

"Yep," Candy beamed. "I'm headed back there now to set up."

"You sure seem to have fun with these orders," Sophie snickered when she set the glass down.

"Of course, I do. It's my hobby," Candy shrugged, grabbing the key Sophie held out to her. "And hobbies are fun."

Sophie shook her head and watched the bubbly woman walk to her back room. Each "drink" had their own assigned rooms designed to match them. If a "drink" were to ever leave the menu, a new "drink" would replace the previous one, and the room would be remodeled to fit the new "drink".

Candy stepped into her room and took a deep breath.

"Time to get ready."

An hour later, a tall dark-toned woman walked into the bar. Her sharp gold eyes didn't scan the scenery ahead of her. She knew what she came for, so why bother adventuring?

She made a straight line to the bar and waited for the bartender to finish with her customer. The moment the woman sat down, multiple eyes were on her. Some wanted to prey on her. Others wanted her to prey on them, but she wasn't interested in them.

She had uninterested eyes on her solid poker face and a toned build under her suit. Anyone could see that. One would say she stayed physically active. In reality, she only did enough to keep in shape. It was obvious she had a pixie cut before, but her hair had grown into it making her hair cut longer than it should be–furthermore, making her more charming.

She was interested in this "drink" she had heard so much about. When she first heard about the "drink" she never expected the "drink" to be an actual woman, but calling each woman a "drink" was a convenient coverup.

Where the bar was stationed, the additional service offered was illegal. So, why was she here? She'd never considered breaking the law before, but her curiosity got the best of her.

"How...can I help you," Sophie asked. She was a bit taken aback by the woman's appearance. Why would someone like her be in a place like this?

Yeah, the bar is a popular spot, but the woman looked like she belonged somewhere more sophisticated.