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True to her word the complex was something to behold. Thick stonework that rose high above. Easily three stories worth. If I had to guess, this used to be the village castle. While not as massive as something in London or a fantasy story, it was still impressive. The stone itself was thick enough for me to have to walk through for a few seconds. First guess? Eight feet of rock, easily. I wasn't sure if it was hollow or anything but it could easily withstand cannon fire just by the look of it. Hell, maybe that'll be my contribution. Be the creator of cannons. Might earn me a pretty penny. Thoughts for later.

As I stepped into the complete properly I took the sight from inside. The stone traveled wide around the complex and the courtyard was rather expansive. There was a large tree that took up the center. Oak, or something. My mistake for not studying trees in a past life. All around the perimeter there were benches, booths, and even dining tables. Some of which were taken by couples and groups. The one thing bringing it all together were, most of, the women. All of them dressed in a similar fashion. Auburn dresses that traveled down to their ankles. On one side a long slit from base to upper thigh. “Damn, color me impressed.”

“Would that be red, green, or violet? Which color exactly are we coloring you?”

The spin which I spun could have caused a tornado. The voice from behind me caught me utterly by surprise. Soft and gentle, sweet and enticing. Teasing in all the right ways to make a man kneel. After finding my footing once more I finally took in who had spoken. An older woman, older than me at least, with short charcoal hair and a kind smile. Thin wrinkles to show a lifetime of smiling and meaning to do so. Her eyes were an amber, lips a gold, and her skin matched much of the population. A baby blue with violet blush.

That same smile still rested on her face, “Human? Perhaps a blue. Help you blend in a bit.”

“Where's the fun in blending in? Only makes everything easier.” I stepped back and bowed slightly. Not over doing it, but regardless she let out a sweet laugh.

“A bow? My, you really are after a woman's heart tonight, aren't you?” She shifted on her feet, resting one well manicured hand on her hip as she took me in. That smile and voice holding strong. If I didn't already have an appointment, only a few sweet words could have convinced me.

It took a few moments longer than I should have, but eventually got something out. “Don’t know about that, but I do have an appointment. Is there somewhere to check in?”

“Well, you're in luck. You're speaking to the hostess. Come with me? We can check you in and get you situated before your night starts. Name's Charla, it's a pleasure, Mr…?”

“Koro, Theo. A pleasure indeed, Miss Charla. Please, lead the way.” she did so as I kept my distance behind her. Both in a respectful way… and a not so much way. I couldn’t stop myself. The way her hips swayed with each step, the way it held my attention like some horny teenager. Charla carried a curve that would make men melt. Her dress clung to her firm round rear and hid nothing with each step. The way her hips swung back and forth and the way she glanced back and smiled teasingly. Fucking hell it was painful. I had to remind myself more than once to keep it in my pants before I acted like a complete idiot. Or a complete douche. Keep it down, boy. DOWN BOY!

“Is everything alright, sir?” That damn teasing voice. She knew what she was doing. Had to, I suppose. When your pay requires it you learn.

“Ah… yes, I’m alright. Thank you for asking.” She nodded in response as we finally reached a small podium near the main entrance to the building proper. There sat three doors in differing directions. The left, the back behind Charla, and the right. The back door was the most decorated with gold inlay. Golden feathers placed into the very wood of the door. The handle was a solid crystal that caught the light beautifully. “May I ask what that is?” I asked, gesturing towards the door.

“You may, it's the Lord’s chamber. Only for his use when he comes to taste his products.”

“I see… products. That's certainly a way to put it.” Unfortunately I seemed to speak out of turn as her smile faded momentarily. A pained expression graced her face before she reapplied the customer service attitude.

“We see to it that the people and our Lord are well taken care off in all manners. Be that companionship, courtship, or simply a hand to hold during an event. His Lordship sees to it that we're of the highest caliber. Both the men and women.”

“Men and women? I wasn't aware that there were men here too.”

“Oh, of course. They're not as prominent on display but that isn't out of discomfort. Simply put… many of them are simply too busy with clients to show themselves off.” If I’m not crazy she almost had a blush on as she said so. Whatever those guys did, they had definitely earned their reputation. Not my cup of tea, but more power to them, right?

“Good to know there’s equal opportunity.” I tried, and failed, to hold back a chuckle at the irony of my statement. Regardless, I did keep it from becoming a full blown laugh. Points for trying. “Anyway, has my appointment been confirmed?”

“Ah, yes. We’ve got you right here. A Miss Cecilia booked for the evening.” She wrote something down into the book before closing it gently. Running her fingertips along the leather backing as she stepped out from behind the desk. Waving her hand to guide me towards the door to the right. She opened it with a key from her belt before pressing it open and allowing me inside. Charla followed behind me only a moment later. Not bothering to relock the door. Best guess was that it only had to be unlocked from the entry. Keep people out, not in.

As we entered the appropriate wing. The walls were a rich plum. Well kept plaster that lined each side. Not a speck of dust that I could find. Not even a wrinkle in the rug, the runner. The rug itself was a navy blue with silver inlay. Surprisingly similar to my own clothes. Same creator maybe? As for the ceiling it wasn’t far off from most of what I had seen save for the occasional lantern that hung above our heads. The hall itself easily twelve feet tall with beams spanning the gap every twenty feet. The hall itself seemed to go on for days. Curving around the courtyard outside. There were wooden doors every dozen feet or so. Each of them with brass knobs and locks. The wood on each was carved with intricate animals in different positions. Deer prancing through a field, a bear in a creek, fish swimming up stream. Each and every door had a different scene, each and every door beautifully carved. A masterpiece, each one.

After a few moments of following Charla stopped outside one such door. On theme for my new life, a stag stood tall and proud. It’s impressive antlers spanning from side to side. This scene was far from the active ones that filled the others. This was simply a work of art. Stunning work done by skilled hands.

Charla opened the door with another key and allowed me to step inside. She followed not a moment later. Inside the room sat only a few pieces of furniture, each one immaculate. A table with a tea set minus the pot, a set of cushions on each chair. There lay a round rug in the center of the room, partially covered by the large bed against the wall. Easily a queen. The walls were also of a plum, the rug a forest green instead of blue, and the mattress and cushions were each a rich burgundy. Thick covers lay on top the bed, inviting comfort and luxury. Far far above anything I had come across previously in this time.

“If you please,” Charla said from the door as I took in the room, “please sit down wherever you wish. First our ladies will come by to see your orders and then Miss Cecilia will join you to fulfill them. Please, enjoy your evening.” I offered a small bow to my gracious host, which brought a small giggle from the beautiful woman. Once again I had to put myself into order before doing something stupid.

As I was left alone once more I adjusted the package underneath my arm. Having kept it close the entire time. Making my way over to the table I sat the package down close to the wall and waited for the staff to join me once more. I noticed that the door wasn’t locked again as Charla left, probably so I and others could leave if needed. Better to not have the staff locked in a room with no way out. I looked the room over once more as I waited. Taking in the layout and decor. The only other piece of furniture was a folded divider against the left most wall. Other than a few paintings the room itself was rather bare. Either for sake of cleaning or to avoid risk of something going poorly. In this line of work, I couldn’t blame them for being cautious.

I didn’t have to wait long before the door opened once more and two women stepped in. One with a small tray of food and the other with a set of towels and a fresh bucket of water. Each of them with bluish skin that sat behind tight corsets and long skirts. Their heels tapped sharply on the wooden floor. The first, with the tray, carried dark black curls that hung loosely about her, while the second had short blonde hair almost in a pixie cut. Cute. Each of them wore simply black dresses that were a mix of style, sexy, and functional. Just longer than their knees but form fitting from the waist down. Their tops were similar to corsets but less tight while providing ample... support. Their shoulders held puffy sleeves that didn't go much further than the shoulders themselves. The only difference between their outfits was that the woman with the bucket wore elbow length gloves. Leather, as far as I could see. The tray was set next to the tea cups while the bucket and towels were put into the corner. The woman there pulled out the panel from the wall. It swung out to form a small private space in the corner. She waited to the side for me as the food woman began ‘taking my order’.

“Good evening, sir.” She asked in a practiced tone. She stood in front of me with what could only be a professional smile that came from all too much work. Her hands hung in front of her. “First, thank you for joining us this evening. My name is Jorna and I’ll be conveying your orders to your companion. My associate, Nou, will be handling your cleanliness. She’ll instruct you on what to do, so please follow her guidance. Now, we have an excellent menu this evening starring grilled and seared salmon, roasted ente, and a wonderful elk steak. Of course, with a side of roasted vegetables and mashed corran root.”

“Quite the menu indeed. I’m surprised you can just drop that so casually.” I thought for a moment before answering. Might as well stick to the theme of my life. “I’ll take the elk, please. With a side of roasted vegetables.” She smiled and nodded before continuing her speech.

“Wonderful. We also have a wide assortment of beverages. Ranging from our signature alcohols to our delicious ciders and juices. My personal recommendation is the gair berry cider, absolutely wonderful and no ****. Perfect if you want to remember your evening.”

“Well, I can’t ignore a recommendation like that, can I? And I assume some tea will come as well?” I asked, gesturing to the tea cups next to me. While they weren’t exactly modern cups, it’s hard to miss what they were intended to be.

“Yes, sir. Your companion will bring the prepared kettle to you for your enjoyment. On the topic of your companion, what shall her attire be this evening? We have a wide selection of colors and styles to choose from. Simply tell me what you wish for and we’ll see to it she matches.”

“Just describe what I want? That’s vague… Ummm…” I thought back to when I had first met her, what was she wearing? Honestly… I couldn’t remember. A- she didn’t exactly give me a chance to look it over before leaving me and B- I wasn’t exactly focused on her clothes. “That’s kind of hard to answer on the spot, you know? I guess… I’d like to enjoy my evening outside of just the bed. So maybe something she’s comfortable in? As for colors… I guess red and black? Keep it simple.”

“Red and black, and something comfortable to wear. We can most definitely find a fitting set for that. Well… that will be the end of my portion. Elk steak, roasted vegetables, gair cider, red, black, and comfortable clothing for your lady. Sounds like a perfect evening, sir. Thank you for your input. Now, my associate will take it from here as I convey your orders. Please follow her instructions.”

“Will do, thank you, Jorna.” As she gathered herself and bowed slightly a small excuse me came from the corner. Not in a shy way, but merely being polite.

“If you would, sir. I’ll be cleaning you this evening. While I’m sure you have already done so, we take careful care to ensure that any and all contact is done after a thorough washing. Care to join me?” She stood off to the side of the panel. Bowed slightly as she waited for me to walk over. After I did so she walked behind it as well. “I see you’ve come prepared for a special evening. As I said, however, this is a standard practice to ensure our ladies are protected. The last thing anyone wants is an infection because a customer didn’t clean themselves properly. If you would, please undress. You may hang your clothes on the panel or you may hand them to me and I’ll set them on the bed, or wherever you ask.”

Nou stood there as I undressed. I hung my vest and shirt first over the panel as she continued. Though I felt more than a little self conscious knowing that it was standard practice helped calm me down. Frankly it felt better knowing that they took their worker’s health into mind. Last thing anyone needed was future fantasy medieval crabs. Isn’t that a mouthful? “Secondly, during the washing please refrain from engaging in any undesirable activities. I am not one of our ladies, and am given permission to protect myself if required. As such, I am also given express permission to ban and remove any who engage in such activities without consent or respect given. I will be required to handle your manhood but will not entertain anything beyond what is expected.”

Despite the topic on hand being more than a little ridiculous she kept that flat tone. A matter of fact speech. Something told me that it wasn’t the first time she had to enforce it, and I definitely didn’t want to be the next. Though I doubted that she could do any real damage thanks to Eros’ gift, but I couldn’t risk being thrown out with my cock out. Especially not before seeing Cecilia. “Message received. No touching, no fighting. Got it.”

“Fantastic.” As I hung my pants, next Nou dipped the rag into the bucket. From what I could see now the bucket wasn’t just water. It was milky and steaming. She wrung the rag out next before stepping closer to me. Giving me a look over as she did so. “You seem to have washed off before coming, very good. That will make this much quicker.”

“If I may, what is that stuff? Soap and water?”

“Of sorts. It’s more than just soap. It’s a special mixture that cleans off the unpleasantness. Dirt, blood, grime, sweat, whatever you may have on your skin at the end of a rough day.” As the rag touched my skin it burned slightly. Not too uncomfortable but still. The sensation faded quickly as she wiped me down. As she said, it didn’t take long for her to finish each section. Starting at my hands and arms, she made sure to get between my fingers. Then came my chest and back where she paid careful attention. She then switched rags, setting the used one on the flood next to the bucket. Still standing she asked me to close my eyes for the next duration. Gently she wiped my face and neck with the strange chemical. It stung more on my face than the rest of my body but this too faded quickly. Thinking back on it, it felt very similar to aftershave. Very similar.

Finally as she finished with my face she grabbed one last rag. This time falling to her knees. Face eye level with my… yeah. If not for the scent of whatever this stuff was and the small sting it left I would have been more rigid. The look of her down on her knees still brought a stiffness to my mass, but not full attention. She didn’t seem to pay any mind however, instead she made sure to get every inch of my mass and balls. Paying even closer attention to make sure that it was squeaky clean.

“Your reputation precedes you, Leo. I was told you were respectful, but this is impressive for a human.”

“Yeah, guess so. Not the first pers… Excuse me?” Fuck…

“You can drop the pretense, Kross. I’m aware of who you are. Don’t worry, it won’t be a problem.” Despite my current situation I was more caught off guard by the casual use of my name. Even as she fondled my balls and my cock flexed in her face. She stared up at me with that same flat expression. Her face was partially blocked by my member, only adding to the odd erotic scene. My own face took more than a few moments to calm before the realization hit me. “I believe you have a gift for me? And not just the one trying to hit my face right now. Turn.”

“I… okay.” I was still in a little shock as I listened to her. She then began to clean off the rest of my lower half from the other side. Something that once more caught me completely off guard which caused me to jump a bit. Thank fuck she didn’t go too indepth, but she made sure I was clean everywhere else. After a moment I got permission to step away and covered myself shyly. Not that I had to. She already violated me. “Table. It’s on the table.”

“You didn’t even ask for the password? Not used to this are you? I’d recommend waiting next time. ‘The stag bellows’. Table?” She leaned back and looked over to the table. Nodding in approval as she rose back to her feet. Keeping her eyes off me either out of respect or just avoiding looking at the naked man. “Very good. You may get dressed now.”

“I… okay. Uhh… was all of that necessary? I get cleaning the goods but… did you have to clean the rest?”

“The rest? You mean your backend? Unfortunately, yes. We never know what our clients may request and while some ladies do have hard limits they will not perform, we have to be prepared for nearly anything. If a lady is unable or unwilling to perform we’re happy to find one that will. Only ask.”

“I see… that won’t be an issue. Not an issue at all.” She nodded understandingly as she tossed the used rags into the chemical mix. Her gloves remained on as she picked it up once more.

“Very good. Cecilia is a good woman. Treat her well, Kross. She’s a good woman, and a good friend.” That flat stare seemed to shift as she spoke. From simply flat and professional to something more akin to a threat. How much did she know? Obviously she was in on it all and Tront’s scheme, but what did she know about me and Cecilia? Before I could ask she walked over to the table and took the package in hand. She examined it closely for a moment before setting it slowly into the bucket. Careful not to splash any before she covered it with the rags too. “Your lady will be joining you soon, what you wear will be up to you. Please, enjoy your stay with us.”