A Separate Journey
As Alexander left Mikaya and the others, he still could not warp his head around the prices Mikaya had quoted, particularly the combined one.
'2,000 ropals for one night with the three of them'.
That was ridiculous.
And all that those three needed to do was spread their legs a bit.
'I wish I was a girl,' Alexander hence could not help but half mutter.
For context, a peasant earned less than 2,000 ropals a year, and if that was to be converted to the modern time, one night would set someone back 70,000 dollars if he lived in the states, the median salary there.
It was an eye-watering price fit for only kings.
But judging from Mikaya's tone, they seemed to have no shortage of clients.
In fact they might even have too many.
Though if one thought about it, it was quite understandable.