Warm sunlight breaks through from the balcony as I lay in the arms of a man with pure golden hair and eyes as blue as the sky. He holds me with tender care, nuzzling my bare neck. I smile with pure happiness. His hardness presses up against me and I wiggle my hips against him, but we\u2019re interrupted as children rush in. Our children. I quickly pull the blankets over us to cover ourselves as our children convince us to get out of bed for the day. My husband sighs with a hint of frustration, but I can tell deep down he\u2019s never been happier. He convinces them to go hide and he\u2019ll come out and find them. They rush out in glee before my devilish husband puts me on my back with a grin brighter than the sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are so bad,\u201d I say as I drag my hand down his perfectly sculpted chest. He grabs my legs and lifts them on top of his shoulders before\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I shoot up from my cot and groan as I realize it was all just a dream. That man\u2026 he feels so familiar, but I\u2019ve never met him before. The golden-haired mysterious man of my dreams. Perfect in nearly every way. A man I feel like I\u2019ve known my whole life and yet, he only exists in my dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Work at the Brothel isn\u2019t easy. I\u2019m expected to get them as drunk as possible so they spend as much coin as possible, but the drunker a man gets the more handsy and pig-headed he is. I feel so disgusted every night after work. I have to take a bath just to wash the stain of their eyes off me. Not only that, but I\u2019m constantly pushed and pressured to be one of Madame Faralene\u2019s women of pleasure. To sell the pleasure of my body to these perverted men. There is no way in all the hells I would ever do that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To make things even more difficult, I have seemed to get off on the wrong side of one of Madame Faralene\u2019s best \u201cworkers,\u201d if you can call what she does as work. Zaralraden, a golden-haired, blue-eyed falcon of a woman, seems to dislike me. She goes out of her way to get under my skin. The other day she hip-bumped me, causing me to nearly spill all of my drinks. Of course, I may have used a little of this magic I secretly learned to prevent losing the drinks. I think I may have angered her when I laughed, hearing her complain about her holy client. A High Father or whatever. The way she described him was rather funny, but it\u2019s clear she despises the man and the things she says he\u2019s making her do cause me to shudder. Somehow, it doesn\u2019t surprise me that these holy men of the church or whatever are here tossing coin around to satiate their unholy desires. Hypocrites, all of them. It is why I will never trust the religious type.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But even so, Zaralraden is the worst kind of evil. The conniving, spiteful kind. If she wasn\u2019t bad enough, the attention I get from men is not the welcomed kind. I\u2019m not talking about just the stares they give me, but the things they say to me are absolutely disgusting. I thought Phraan was bad. He definitely is bad, but some of these men can give him a run for his coin. Some of the things they say they want to do to me makes me want to take a bath and wash the filth of their words off my skin. Part of me is afraid Madame will try to convince me to take up one of their offers. As if I would ever consider it, but I\u2019ve heard things from the other girls. A lot of girls start out like me, but no one stays a barmaid. Soon, an offer will be made that is too tempting to decline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still, there is no way in hell I will ever consider doing anything with these pricks. I\u2019d rather starve. Hell, even joining the church would be better. I will keep my dignity and that is that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey, new girl\u2026 I need a refill!\u201d one particularly disgusting man says. His ears are pierced all the way up to the point and he\u2019s got a gut that can\u2019t be contained by any shirt. I reluctantly bring over a pitcher of ale and take his cup. But when I feel his hand crawl up my leg, I can\u2019t take it. I grab the mug and wash his face with the ale. \u201cYou filthy bitch!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He immediately flings the chair back as he gets to his feet and grabs me by the hair, but his hand is caught before it strikes by the bouncer, a rather large beefy man with dark skin and black hair named Janyris. \u201cDon\u2019t touch the girls.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He lets go of my hair and yanks his hand free only when Janyris lets go. \u201cGet a hold of your women.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I quickly walk away, but not before Madame has a word. \u201cLura, what do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe grabbed my arse,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd your point? You do realize this is a brothel, right?\u201d she says, hand on hip with the other pointing a finger at me. \u201cThe men who come in here will get handsy. Can you handle that, or will I have to find someone else who can? Need I remind you that I saved you from those men on the street? I can just as easily put you back on those streets for all the men to have at you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hold my tongue in fear she\u2019ll do just that. I need to get out of this place. I have to find out who bought my parents, along with my uncle and his crew. I will set them free one way or another. \u201cGood, now get back to work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She storms off and Zaralraden snickers. \u201cBe a good girl, you stupid sewage rat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hate that woman!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
—<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve worked long enough at the brothel to earn some pocket coin. I\u2019d have more if I didn\u2019t have to pay such high rent to Madame for room and board. Just for a room I have to share with seven other girls. Fortunately, none of them are like Zaralraden. Nambra, a blonde-haired elf is rather nice and polite. Alisenda, a taller brunette who\u2019ll take no nonsense. Her daughter, Caeninita, who\u2019s rather shy. Maenirin, a red-haired girl with pale skin who has a loud mouth. Maenalasa, a beautiful brunette with the charm of one of the best of merchants. She has men wrapped around her finger. Gisrae, who\u2019s aggressive and can be rather violent. Men who cross her learn the hard way that she can give as good as she takes. And lastly, a woman I\u2019ve become rather close with named Tyma. She\u2019s a dark-skinned woman with dim blue eyes, which means she doesn\u2019t have an ounce of magic in her. Her hair is black, but she tends to wear golden wigs to attract men\u2019s attention. We share a bunk and she\u2019s easy to get along with. She\u2019s really taken me under her wing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We spend quite a bit of time together whenever we\u2019re able to. She seems to know the ins and outs of not just the Brothel, but Low Town itself, and it seems like she\u2019s got friends everywhere. I\u2019m always following her around town during our off time and meeting new people. It doesn\u2019t hurt that she\u2019s one of Madame\u2019s best girls, rather tied with Zaralraden. It also helps that the two hate each other. You know what they say about the enemy of your enemy. Although I do find it weird that she still stays here, considering how much coin she brings in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After a long night of work, I follow her out to a hookah lounge where we find a booth with her friends, just a few men and women who are stuck here just like the rest of us. Irevhur, a short, black-haired man with dark skin who works the docks doing hard work. Zharrish, a woman with deep chocolate skin that spends her days in the hot kitchens baking. She\u2019s a rather plump woman, and it\u2019s easy to see why her baking is by far bested by no one else. I\u2019d be just as plump if I had half the skills with an oven. Of course, having skill is one thing, but having the food to bake with is another. Thankfully, she loves to treat us with some leftovers and mistakes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
—<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s been several cycles since I started working at the Brothel. Still waiting tables and cleaning dishes. Men get handsy, but I\u2019ve gotten better at ignoring them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the most part, I\u2019ve kept my head down and made what little money I can. I’ve been saving up little by little, and hopefully one day I\u2019ll have enough to track down my parents and buy back their freedom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I just wish I could make more without offering my body up for pleasure to make some coin, but I\u2019m near to the point of caving. At this rate, it will take me a human lifetime to save up enough coin to buy them back. However, I\u2019ve seen how much she pays the girls who are in high demand. It\u2019d only take a season or two to save up the kind of money I\u2019d need to buy my parents’ freedom. Of course, I\u2019ll need a lot more if I want to buy my uncle and his gang\u2019s freedom. But I can\u2019t think about them right now, as hard as that is. I need to worry about my parents first. I can\u2019t let my dignity impede saving my family. I\u2019ll do anything to get my parents their freedom. Especially since it\u2019s my fault they were sold into slavery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One night after closing, I talk to madame. She\u2019s busy, so she hardly gives me the time. \u201cI was wondering\u2026 How much exactly does it pay to sleep with men?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stops what she\u2019s doing to look up at me with an eyebrow raised. \u201cWhat\u2019s the change in heart?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy family was sold into slavery and I\u2019m saving to buy their freedom,\u201d I say honestly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her hardened face seems to soften. \u201cI can understand that. It\u2019s noble and selfless. Well, there are different rates. Pleasing a man doesn\u2019t always have to be with your cunt. You see, you can use your mouth or your arse. Of course, letting a man fuck your arse isn\u2019t always pleasant. It can be very pleasant with a man who knows what he\u2019s doing, but not with men who hang out in brothels. They tend to be a bit rough. Of course, the arse also prevents pregnancy. But we have other ways of preventing pregnancy. As long as you drink a tonic before sex, you will not get pregnant. It\u2019s not the tastiest, but it does its job. As far as rates go, it depends on what you\u2019re willing to do and your clients. Obviously, I pay out different rates for different methods of pleasing a man, or a woman sometimes. To use your mouth is the lowest rate. Your cunt is in the mid-range because it can be pleasant. However, if you\u2019re a virgin, you can earn a lot to lose it. Men seem to prefer virgins and will pay a hefty rate. Your arse is the highest since it is usually not very pleasant and quite a few men seem to prefer it for whatever reason.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo I get to choose the men?\u201d I ask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot being as new as you are. Eventually, when you get repeat clients who will request you, you\u2019ll have more freedom to turn men down, but when you start, you must take what you can get. However, I don\u2019t see it being a problem for you. You\u2019re very beautiful. You have that petite little nose, a delicate chin, and plush, soft cheeks with lush lips that men seem to drool over. You\u2019ll surely get a long line of men who\u2019ll seek you out if you know how to please them,\u201d she says, her eyes drifting down my body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ll do it, but I want my virginity to remain intact,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo, meaning you\u2019ll only please with your mouth? What about your little tush?\u201d she asks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFor now, let\u2019s just do the mouth,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She nods. \u201cI\u2019ll respect that. I want you to know that this is a safe place. Unlike some brothels, we protect our women. I know firsthand what it is like since I used to be in your shoes. I worked for a man who didn\u2019t care at all what happened to the girls as long as he got paid his coin. I endured much abuse at the hands of many men. I won\u2019t let that happen to you. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I nod, and she seems really sincere. \u201cI appreciate that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She smiles. \u201cTonight. I\u2019ll have you wet your feet with just one man, and if you feel that it\u2019s something you\u2019d like to continue doing, then I\u2019ll start bringing you as many customers as you\u2019re feel comfortable with.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I nod. \u201cThank you, Madame. And thank you for everything you\u2019ve done for me. I\u2019m in your debt. You\u2019ve helped me out so much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is nothing, child. I feel a responsibility to women like you and me. We are not that different. My family was also taken and sold. Unfortunately, they died before I could ever set them free. I hope you do not have to endure the same fate,\u201d she says. Before I can stop myself, I hug her. She stiffens up at first, but gently pats my head, welcoming my embrace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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