Chapter 17 : Night at theRed Velvet Brothel

Chapter 17: Night at the Red Velvet Brothel

The night enveloped Kassir City in a blanket of darkness, the stars twinkling faintly above like distant diamonds. The streets, which had bustled with activity during the day, now exuded an air of mystery. The soft glow of lanterns hung from doorways and windows, casting pools of warm light on the cobblestone paths below. Shadows danced on the walls, flickering with the passing of each breeze, and the occasional murmur of a late-night conversation added to the city's nocturnal symphony.

Perched atop a building, Alan's eyes were fixed on the Red Velvet Brothel. Even in the dim light, the establishment stood out, a beacon of allure in the night. The exterior was adorned with bright red lanterns and intricate carvings that hinted at the opulence within.

The brothel's entrance, framed by a pair of massive wooden doors, was guarded by two burly men whose keen eyes scanned the street for any sign of trouble.

'Oh God I'm gonna go inside a brothel.... ' Alan was a little exsited. As a vergin in his last life Alan did not get any action.

The scent of exotic perfumes mingled with the faint aroma of incense, creating a heady mix that beckoned those who passed by.

Alan activated his Omnitrix and selected Ghostfreak. His form shimmered and shifted, becoming intangible and invisible. He slipped down from his perch and glided towards the brothel, passing effortlessly through its walls. Once inside, he took a moment to absorb his surroundings.

'F#CK MEEE' he practically shouted in his mind.

The interior of the Red Velvet Brothel was a study in luxury. Plush red carpets covered the floors, and silk draperies adorned the walls. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their light casting a soft, seductive glow over the room. Richly upholstered sofas and armchairs were arranged in intimate clusters, providing ample space for the brothel's clients to relax and indulge in their desires.

Women dressed in scanty, provocative clothing lounged on the sofas, their bodies artfully draped in lace and satin. Corsets accentuated their curves, and sheer stockings clung to their legs, leaving little to the imagination. Some wore feathers in their hair, while others adorned themselves with glittering jewelry that caught the light with every movement. The air was filled with the sound of soft laughter and whispered conversations, creating an atmosphere of tantalizing allure.

As Alan moved through the room, his invisible form slipping past the patrons and workers unnoticed, he couldn't help but be struck by the surreal beauty of the scene. In his previous life, he had never experienced such sights. The intimate moments, so openly displayed, were both a revelation and a source of deep curiosity for him.

'Look at them they all looks like high-end models.'

He drifted past the opulent furnishings, the plush carpeting muffling the sounds of his movements. Alan passed his head through door, he caught glimpses of men and women engaging in various acts of intimacy. Their bodies were entwined in passionate embraces, the moans and sighs of pleasure a stark contrast to the refined elegance of the brothel's public spaces.

'I need to visit this place soon, I wonder Tallian city has one of these it's good business.' He thought to himself.

In one room, a man lay on a velvet-covered bed, his hands caressing the body of a woman straddling him. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. The man's eyes were closed, his face a mask of pure bliss. In another room, two women were locked in a kiss, their hands exploring each other's bodies with a slow, deliberate grace. The sight was mesmerizing, a tableau of human desire laid bare.

'A THREESOME….. I wonder, in this world they have Lesbians?' He asked to himself.

Alan, in his previous life, had never known such experiences. The sight of these intimate moments, so openly displayed, was both thrilling and overwhelming. He watched for a few moments longer, the surreal beauty of the scene leaving an indelible impression on his mind.

Refocusing on his mission, Alan continued his search for Amanda, the information broker who had targeted him. He moved through the brothel, his intangible form passing through walls and doors with ease. His senses were heightened, every sound and movement alerting him to potential clues about her whereabouts.

The deeper he ventured, the more he saw. Each room seemed to offer a new glimpse into the world of the Red Velvet Brothel. In one, a group of men sat around a table, their laughter mingling with the clink of glasses as they shared stories and drank. The women attending to them moved gracefully, refilling drinks and laughing at their jokes, their eyes gleaming with practiced allure.

In another room, a man stood by a window, looking out into the night. A woman knelt before him, her hands working deftly at his belt. The man's face was flushed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The woman's movements were slow and deliberate, each touch designed to elicit maximum pleasure. Alan watched, his eyes widening at the intimate scene.

'I really need to visit this place.'

He moved on, passing through more rooms where similar acts of passion played out. Each scene was a testament to the brothel's reputation, a place where fantasies were brought to life and desires fulfilled. The women here were experts in their craft, their every movement calculated to entice and please.

Finally, Alan reached a large, lavishly decorated room at the back of the brothel. Unlike the others, this room had an air of authority about it. The furnishings were more ornate, the decorations more opulent. A large desk stood in the center, papers and ledgers neatly arranged on its surface. Alan knew he had found Amanda's office.

He floated through the walls and into the room, his eyes scanning the space for any sign of the information broker. Amanda was not there, but Alan could see evidence of her presence. A ledger lay open on the desk, filled with names and transactions. He moved closer, his intangible form allowing him to read the entries without disturbing anything.

'She looks hot, like an authoritarian hotness.' Alan thought of Amanda.

As he studied the ledger, a door at the back of the room opened, and a woman stepped inside. She was tall and striking, with dark hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Her eyes were sharp and calculating, and she moved with a confidence that spoke of years of experience. Alan knew immediately that this was Amanda.

She crossed the room and sat at the desk, her fingers deftly flipping through the pages of the ledger. Alan watched as she made notes and adjustments, her focus intense. He had found his target.

Now, all he needed was a plan.

Alan retreated from the office, moving back through the brothel to the main room. He had seen enough for now. The scenes of intimacy and desire, the opulence of the surroundings, and the presence of Amanda had given him a lot to think about. He needed to be careful in his next steps.

He floated back through the walls and into the night, his mind racing with possibilities. The Red Velvet Brothel had shown him a side of life he had never known, and he was determined to use what he had learned to his advantage. As he returned to his tangible form, he knew one thing for sure: the night was far from over, and his mission was just beginning.

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