Clean

Rhythmic moans interrupted the awkward silence that had fallen in the room. The brothel's walls were too thin to block the sounds coming from the other rooms, so Khan, Grant, and Madame heard everything happening on the other side of the second floor.

Ethan had been forced to accept the bargain, so one of Madame's women had picked him up and had led him in a different room. Madame didn't punish Ethan with one of her worst prostitutes, so everything had gone relatively smoothly. Yet, the awkwardness that had fallen among the trio due to the moans wasn't easy to disperse.

Madame limited herself to smile and inspect the two men. She liked seeing Grant's stiff expression, but she felt a bit disappointed in Khan's lack of reaction. He appeared used to that environment, but the reason behind his aloofness was far different.

'Synthetic mana can reach the Slums,' Khan thought as he reviewed everything he had learnt and Madame's faint hints.