The Wrath of the Courtesans

Three years later.....

Elian walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Pavilion, his head held high despite the whispers that followed him like a shadow.

The Pavilion, with its highly decorated and lavish furnishings, was a world of its own, a gilded cage where beauty and charm were both weapons and chains.

Here, power was measured in the number of admirers one had, in the price one could command, and in the favor of Madam Lula, the enigmatic woman who ruled over them all.

Elian had been at the Pavilion for three years now, and he had ascended to a status that others had spent years trying to achieve. His beauty was undeniable, his demeanor captivating, and his talent for pleasing patrons unmatched.

But his rise had come at a cost, the envy and wrath of those who had once reigned supreme within the Pavilion's walls.