1 The beloved sister arriving home

Music, cheers and laughter echoed around the pub as men drink beer, dance around or play with their whores. A young man stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in fine white robes and a black fox mask covering half of its face, staring at the scenario downstairs with dismay as men take their whores on top of tables, floors and even the stage where a band performs. He left with a shook of his head, heading upstairs where the pricey whores, the fine looking one's are settled into luxurious room as the Madame, owner of the pub stated.

Upon entering, he was met with the heavy scent of what he assumed cherry blossoms, it was a nice scent but was not to his liking, making him wrinkle his nose.Bringing his sight to scan his surroundings, it was indeed a luxurious room, dark green mahogany floors, the walls painted in the lighter shade as opposed to the floor, on the middle sat a large queen size bed with lush green beddings and gold drapes and on the bed lay a woman, who was dressed in a very revealing clothes that only consisted of a tube that hugged her voluptuous breasts and a long red see through skirt that shows a narrow waist and long slim legs. She was a fine woman indeed but to his dissapointment, he wasn't attracted, mentally and; he slowly looked down at his pants, physically.

"My Lord" The woman greeted, climbing down the bed and walking slowly towards the young man, swaying her hips seductively on the way while he was staring at her, completely disinterested. She gently placed her slender fingers on his shoulders, her perfectly manicured long nails, painted in red tapping repeatedly on his neck in a slow manner.

'What a weird way to seduce a man' he thought as he watch the woman. The woman frowned as she noticed the way the man was staring blankly at her with complete boredom.

"My Lord, am I not to your liking?" She asked, her voice sounded hush and a little squeaky, like whispering to a baby.

'Definitely not his type' he grimaced, grabbing the woman's arm gently and putting it away.

"You are a very fine woman" he tucked a lock of dark hair into her ear, caressing her soft cheeks, watching the way her cheeks tainted a rosy pink, her eyes gazing down in a shy manner.

"M-my Lord, I'm very pleased at such compliment" she replied, her dark brown eyes darting side to side as the young man caress her cheeks ever so gently. He finally removed his hand, making the woman step back and compose herself.

"Why wear such clothes that's exposing so much of your skin?" he asked, though he wanted to slap himself for asking such idiotic question considering whores are bound to wear revealing clothes. The woman cleared her throat and surprisingly grabbed a long red silky scarf, wrapping it around her shoulders, and tying it into a ribbon in the front, hiding her cleavage.

"Pardon me for such outfit my Lord, I didn't know you're one of those customers" he frowned.

"One of those customers?"

The woman nodded curtly, grabbing some tea cups and a teapot filled with tea, placing it on a nearby table.

"I sometimes have customers that only wish to spend time with me, not in the bed but talk and drink some hot tea" she mumbled, a smile plastering on her red lips. He nodded in understanding, taking a seat across from her as she filled his cup with tea.

"So you're having a break from giving special services...?" he wanted to state but asked instead. The woman smiled, nodding her head as she sipped the tea.

"That would be right my Lord"

"I see" he didn't have anything to say, he was starting to ask himself why he went to a pub, payed a huge amount just to be serviced by their finest whores when he's here drinking tea and having a chitchat. He sipped the hot tea and was surprised to savor a flavor he doesn't quite know yet.

"What is this?" he asked out of curiosity, the woman looked at him and smiled, placing her tea cup on the table gently.

"It's Jasmine tea with honey and a hint of lemon my Lord, I hope it's to your liking" the tone she used was something like she was proudly stating it making his lips twitch in almost a smile as he sipped his tea again, savoring more of the flavor when the door was kicked open loudly, almost knocking it off its hinges and a familiar voice to him called out loudly.

"MY LORD, THE YOUNG LADY HAS ARRIVED BACK AT THE MANOR!"

He almost jumped out of his seat as he heard the mentioning of his beloved sister.

"Xie Xie has arrived!?" he shouted with joy, closing his eyes and imagining the vivid image of his sister's lovely smile. He finally jumped out of his seat, not caring if he knocked his tea cup down as he sprinted towards the exit and run straight home leaving the servant and the woman staring at each other confusedly.

"I'm deeply sorry about that, My Lord can never contain himself upon the mentioning of the young lady" the servant stated before leaving the woman staring at the door awkwardly.

"I've never encountered such a man" she whispered to herself, getting up to clean the mess.