France, September 30th 1803
9:43 AM
Lukas and Lucius were still sitting in front of the tent. Silence was present between them for a few seconds.
Finally, Lukas broke it with a sigh. "There were... many things I learned, and others I've been reflecting about ever since I stepped foot in that brothel. It was a very curious experience," he said.
"...I believe you. You are a noble, and then you suddenly start leading a whole new life? That must be harsh, being around so many of those people," Lucius said.
'...Yeah, he clearly has a lot of prejudice towards prostitutes. It's expectable, though, being born and raised in the environment he was... there are no miracles,' Lukas thought before sighing. "Those people are actually pretty interesting to talk to. And they received me with open arms, a foreigner from another continent, with a different skin color and a different religion," he said, almost in a scolding tone.