Debtor

"Creak!!"

The door to the room opened slightly as a man dressed in only his boxers and socks, with a coat and boot in his hands, gently and quietly walked out.

Looking back into the room as he attempted the shut the doors slowly, the man gazed at the fair lady sleeping soundly on the disorganized bed.

"Goodbye, my princess. I promise to come again" The man said in a low voice before he turned to tiptoe away.

The man walked away so soundlessly that his feet didn't create any blazing sound from the dry shrinking wood as he stepped on it, gradually making his way to the end of the corridor.

But unfortunately, before he could reach the staircase that led downstairs, he heard a voice that caused him to stay rooted in place.

No. It wasn't the feeling of fear that had caused such a thing.

After all, why would a voice so melodic cause him dread in the first place?

But was the voice the reason behind his sudden action?

Yes! But more importantly, it is the person behind the voice that was the culprit behind his halted steps.

"Where do you think you are going?"

Turning back slowly as he continued the owner of the voice, the man gulped down a mouth full of his saliva as he had almost forgotten who the beauty before him was.

Still dressed in her nightwear which consisted of a white-coloured nightgown and a floor-length robe on top of it.

It was already bad that he had such thoughts in his head right now, but looking at the nightclothes as they were fully glued to her body, showed her well-endowed figure and unnatural seductive proportions. He just couldn't help it. It was in his nature.

"I won't ask you again Lucien. Where do you think you are going?" The woman said once more as she walked towards him, while her eyes burned with fury.

And to top it off, she was already in her late 40s.

Damn! How could a woman keep herself so attractive after so many years?

He wanted to resist and run away, but he couldn't. And most of all, he was a man. A man in his prime.

No! that should be a mistake, he has always been in his prime.

"I am sorry Mrs. Odette. Unfortunately, I didn't bring enough money with me today" Lucien shook his head slightly as he said apologetically.

"I hope that you can please add it to my tab the next time I visit again".

"You!!" Mrs. Odette couldn't take it anymore as she stuttered furiously.

"Do you know how much you are owning me, Lucien? Do you think that this building is your mansion where you can just come in at any time and pick any of my girls and leave without paying?"

"Whenever you come here, your money is either not enough or you don't even come with any money at all. You know what Kind of business I am running here Lucien. Do you think that my girls are only reserved for you?"

"Do you know how much I could have earned last night with that room and now you are telling me that you don't have the money?"

Lucien sighed as he was now feeling a little bad for not coming with enough money last night.

"I am deeply sorry about this Mrs. Odette. I assure you that before the sun sets on the day after tomorrow, I will be here with your money" Bowing a little with his hand on top of his chest while the other still holding his coat and his hands went behind his back.

"No! No-no-no. I am tired, Lucien. Your bills have reached a point that I can no longer grant you entry unless you have cleared them all" Mrs. Odette said as she immediately rejected Lucien's apology, no longer taking his words to heart.

"Hmm…That shouldn't really be a problem, should it? Now it has come to this, I think that I can finally try out madame's Fleur brothel on the other side of the street" Meanwhile Lucien thought out word absently as though the woman's word was of no concern to him.

"You!! You!!"

"Oh! I shouldn't have said that" Lucien said as he swallowed saliva down his throat once more while printing towards the staircase with full force.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING TO MY FACE, LUCIEN?!!" Ma Odette screamed in anger as she chased behind Lucien who was running down the staircase with ease.

At this point, the sudden scream from Mrs. Odette has awakened everyone in the building.

And as for those that were still sleeping. Well, they couldn't stay asleep anymore as the constant screaming of a woman in her late 40s who previously had a melodic voice but now sounded like a screaming banshee made them unable to close their eyes any longer.

"Revenez ici Lucien!!" Mrs. Odette screamed in her local dialect as she was almost catching up with Lucien.

Meanwhile at this moment, in a brothel, before the sun had even gotten the chance to rise, a woman with an alluring figure chased after a man in his underwear, as he tried desperately to get away from her.

"Who is it this time?"

Meanwhile, the girls who had already woken up from their beauty sleep opened their doors slightly to see what the ruckus was all about.

And to their surprise, they saw their madame still dressed in her nightclothes as she chased after a very familiar face.

"Is that who I think it is?" A girl asked as she peeked through the gap in the door.

"Yep. It's Lucien again"

"Let me guess, he didn't bring any money again"

"Haha…Isn't that normal, I thought that you shouldn't be surprised by such occurrences by now"

"Yeah, I'm not. But what I find surprising is that the mistress still allows him to come back here every single time".

"Well, I think that today would be his last day here by the look the mistress is currently displaying" Another feminine voice replied as the girls gossiped among themselves while looking through the gap in the door.