A Brothel

"Are you serious about becoming a prostitute here?" asked a thinly clothed woman who stared sharply at Namara.

Her body was sexy, her face beautiful, with dark black eyes and hair. Namara believed that the woman was pure-blooded from the Black Wings clan.

"Yes." Namara nodded confidently, not showing the slightest hesitation on her face.

The beautiful woman, named Verna, began to approach Namara. She touched Namara's hair, face, and shoulders while checking for any defects.

"Your eyes have a golden hue. Your hair is red. Do you belong to the Sun clan?" Verna inquired, investigating further.

Namara looked down and nodded slowly.

Verna grunted. She didn't like women from other clans, but because Namara had a near-perfect appearance, she would tolerate it to some extent.

"I don't like women from other clans, but I will accept you today," Verna said, jotting something down on paper.

Namara breathed a sigh of relief. At least she had taken a step forward today. The long journey had been worth it.

"Don't be happy just yet. I'll check one more thing," Verna added. Her hands suddenly moved to squeeze Namara's butt without permission.

"You...." Namara widened her eyes in immediate response. She was about to move away, but Verna held her hand and gripped it tightly.

"Don't be hypocritical! Why would you sign up to be a prostitute if you don't want to be touched by other people?" Verna scoffed, shamelessly placing her hand on Namara's breasts and feeling it.

"Your size is quite good. All right, you will be Miss 17 in this place," Verna announced, holding out a stone token engraved with the number 17 on the surface.

Namara clenched her hands tightly, her heart filled with anger. However, she couldn't create enmity with Verna. She couldn't leave this place. She had to be willing to be a... prostitute.

"Why are you just silent?! Hurry up and accept this!" Verna impatiently shouted.

Namara extinguished her emotions and immediately accepted the token. "What should I do now?"

"Are you still a virgin?" Verna inquired.

"Yes, I've never had sex," Namara replied.

"Very nice!" Verna cheered, then snapped her fingers, releasing black smoke. It was a low-level magic used to summon someone.

Not long after, another woman appeared. She approached Verna and bowed respectfully.

"Take this woman to room number 17. Choose more revealing clothes, and... you will know what to do," Verna instructed.

"Okay." The woman nodded, then turned to Namara, asking her to follow.

Namara followed the woman into a tall building with several stories. The interior was dimly lit and filled with shadows.

Ahead, there was a large room with an oversized chair and several small chairs beside it. The spacious room was surrounded by several other rooms, each marked with a serial number.

Is this a brothel?

Namara followed the woman up a circular staircase to the next floor. She could see big, tall pillars adorned with dark carvings, giving an ominous atmosphere.

"What is your name?" the woman asked.

"Namara."

The woman nodded. "You can call me Ilene," she said. "And feel free to ask me if you don't understand something."

"Alright." Namara nodded.

They arrived in front of a tightly closed door with the number 17 written on top.

Ilene opened the door with a flick of her finger. "Come in."

Namara took a deep breath, strengthening her resolve. Entering the room meant officially stepping into a dark world filled with darkness and filth.

She took a step and finally entered the room. It would be the place where she would provide services.

"Wait here a moment," Ilene ordered before walking away. A few moments later, she returned carrying several neatly folded clothes.

"You will wear these from now on."

Reluctantly, Namara accepted them. She had no choice but to comply.

"Lie down," Ilene instructed.

"Lie down?" Namara didn't understand. Why?

Ilene immediately pulled Namara onto the bed and laid her down. Then, without accepting any rejection, she began massaging Namara's feet.

"Ilene, you don't need to..." Namara fell silent. She felt a strange sensation rising from the soles of her feet to her groin.

"What is...?" Namara's body trembled. Her intimate area began to throb. She gripped the mattress and unconsciously let out a small sigh.

Namara immediately covered her mouth with her palm. Her face turned red with shame. How could she sigh just because of Ilene's massage?

"I understand how it feels," said Ilene. She let go of Namara's leg, and the black smoke dissipated.

Namara finally understood. Ilene had used some kind of magic for some reason.

"I was just checking your virginity. You are still pure," Ilene explained.

Namara bit her lip. She had just discovered that the Black Wings clan could examine a person's virginity using their powers. This was terrible.

"I'm leaving now. If you need anything, find me downstairs," Ilene said.

"Wait!" Namara held Ilene's hand. "I heard there's an election for the Eros Woman in a month."

Ilene looked at Namara seriously. "It's true."

The Eros Woman Election is an event held to choose the sex slave who will be taken home by Mr. Eros, the second son of the head of the Black Wings Clan.

"Are you planning to sign up to become Mr. Eros's sex slave?" asked Ilene.

Before Namara could answer, they heard someone screaming from downstairs, "Mr. Eros is here!"

"The Eros Woman Election was a terrible event. Mr. Eros, the second son of the head of the Black Wings Clan, would personally examine and sometimes... torture the candidates. I hope you will not participate."

Ilene looked at Namara meaningfully and quickly walked away.

Namara squinted as she watched Ilene depart. She walked out of the room until she reached the railing on the second floor. Her gaze focused on the lower floor.

She could see Verna walking into a spacious room with several men wearing black robes and hoods. Among them was a man without a head covering.

The man sat in an oversized chair, but the lighting was too dim for Namara to see his appearance clearly.

"Eros is the man many women here desire," a woman's voice suddenly spoke from behind. Namara immediately turned her head.

A woman with straight black hair walked over to her, her black eyes appearing soft and warm.

"That man... is he Eros? The second son of the head of the Black Wings Clan?" Namara asked.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

Namara's feelings grew tense and filled with anticipation. Finally, today she managed to find Eros. Her goal was now one step closer.

"That man is a mystery. Every woman he takes home ends up badly. I believe he is a cruel man," the woman revealed.

"Badly?" Namara felt curious.

"Some have lost their fingers, their eyes... or even their lives," the woman explained.

"Eros possesses unmatched beauty. Among the Midas line, he is the epitome of perfection. Is that why you want to share his bed?" the woman asked.

Namara remained silent. She shifted her gaze downstairs to Eros's figure. Hatred and resentment are hidden deep within her.

"Not because of his appearance. It's more precise to say that Eros... is the key to my peace," Namara muttered, barely audible to anyone.

That's when Eros suddenly raised his head and looked up directly at her location.

Namara was stunned. She couldn't tell if the man was looking at her or not. However, her body started to feel cold and stiff. It was as if a sharp blade was pointed directly at her heart.

She instinctively stepped back, surprising the woman next to her. "What's wrong?"

Namara shook her head absentmindedly. The cold and stiff feeling had disappeared. Was it just her imagination?