The interior of the brothel was filled with ornaments and decorations.
Despite it being the day, many women could be found lazily sitting and lying down on sofas in the main hall.
Their previous lazy demeanour gradually changed when they noticed the new guest.
Unlike the others men queuing at the counter to buy their services, "he" was a candy to their eyes, his body exuding a charming, mysterious aura that captivated them.
They sat properly to examine him thoroughly.
He was completely unlike rough, uncultured men that lived in the town. Their experienced eyes could tell.
[Hello young man, is it your first time here. Let me guide you around.]
[Good day sir, I, the most popular woman in the brothel can pleasure you beyond your imagination.]
[...if you pick me, I'll satisfy all your needs...]
What started as a contest between women to pick his interest soon devolved into a competition to arouse him in the most provocative way.
Young women and ripe ladies would play with their dainty clothes, showing their charms, whispering erotic plays that could mesmerize the mind.
The men in the hall eyed the seductive women with drool coming out of their mouth, a bulge already present in the trouser of some of them.
The excitement was at its peak when the young guest that attracted all this attention spoke three words that broke many hearts:
[I choose you.]
His finger pointed at a woman standing in a corner of the hall.
Nobody paid attention to her before he came in. She wore a long robe that concealed her body, her head would always remain lowered with long curls of her hair hiding her face.
When she noticed that all the eyes were staring at her, she blushed and lowered her head even further as if she was a turtle trying to enter her shell.
Her slim fingers gripped her rough robe as her brown eyes drowned in confusion.
[Her? Sir, she's just a fat dimwit, she would not be able to make you feel good, not good at all.]
[She never entertained a customer before, I'm afraid she would not know what to do; which way the snake enter the burrow, or how to use the bunnies to swallow the snake.]
The women urged him to reconsider with watery eyes, the men watching held their breath in hope.
However, Oresus never gave them any of his attention. Ever since he entered, his curiosity never left that woman side.
She was like a swan in a pond of ducks. The cyan robe she wore could neither hide her charm nor the rhythm of her heartbeat from him.
Soon, a large hand grabbed her warm palm and soft fingers, leading her away. She didn't even raise her eyes from the ground when both of them disappeared above the stairs.
Neither of them spoke, Oresus walked in a calm manner, his head staring ahead, while the woman followed his lead with a scalding red face.
If it wasn't for the sounds coming from the occupied rooms on the first floor, maybe you could have heard her chaotic heartbeats loud and clear from across the corridor.
When they climbed to the second floor, the golden-haired woman raised her head slightly, peeking at the man leading her to an unknown place.
Even on the second floor, he didn't stop, seemingly wanting to climb the stairs again after crossing the corridor.
[Sir...the third floor, it's closed.]
That was the first words she spoke to him in this life.
He stopped immediately. Looking at her with a slight smile.
Her eyes widened as they stood face to face, her brown eyes staring at his red eyes. His devilish eyes, his hair that covered both sides of his face, his mysterious smile and his handsome features.
She became dumbstruck, even as he dragged her in a room and hugged her body, she stood frozen on the spot.
[I have a secret I want to share with you.]
He whispered softly to her sensitive ears as his arms embraced her body.
[I am a curious person. Once I am intrigued about something or someone, I will do everything I can to learn more about that person, and maybe spend more time with her...]
When he finished his sentence, the silence was interrupted by the drum-like sound coming from her voluptuous chest.
Hugging her body closer to him, he continued whispering to her:
[Can I place my trust in you? Cover me, I'll be back soon.]
Spinning around with her body in his arms, he released her to walk to the window, before jumping outside in a calm manner
He used the 'three walks' to lightly jump on the air, landing at the windowsill of a room on the third floor.
Silently breaking the window, he made his way inside, opened the door and walked lightly in the corridor.
Ever since entering the third floor, his red eyes always stared in a particular direction.
On both sides of the corridor, he could hear the moans of the prostitutes as the mercenaries resting here had their fun with women and alcohol.
Two armed guards stood in front of a closed room, preventing everyone from getting close. However, they did not even notice Oresus's presence coming near them.
When he was standing a few feet away from them, they became paralysed. Their sense of perception was overwhelmed by sound, smell, taste, touch and sight stimuli, overloading their brain.
Oresus quickly entered the room they were guarding, closing the door behind him, before cancelling the sense overload technique. Only then did his eyes return to their initial black colour.
The room was no different from the one he visited on his way here. A simple bed, a white blanket, a table with two chairs and a closet to place clothes in.
Two women stared at him in confusion and surprise. The first sat on the sole bed with her hands on her laps. The second sat on a chair, her green eyes looked at him eagerly.
Oresus smiled at them playfully, placing his index finger in front of his lips.
He walked to the table and sat in the remaining chair. His dark eyes observed the green-haired girl with uninhibited marvel.
From the tip of her pale feet to the end of her straight green hair. He took his time to observe her as if he was getting ready to paint her existence on a piece of paper.
The elf seemed used to this, she stared back with dead eyes. Not bothering to hide her indifference.
[You cultivate a low-grade art, yet your spiritual and elemental energy is surprisingly condensed. Did you grow up eating panaceas? As expected of a mythical race, full of secrets.]
He seemed to speak to himself, yet the elf reaction to his words was intense, her cerulean eyes became razor-sharp, full of killing intent.
[A bit barbaric though.]
He added with a tinge of excitement as if he was discovering a new species.
[Sir don't have to worry, that precious girl was medicated to make sure she would be tame. Sir can have as much fun as he wants with her. Since I'm her watcher, I'm sorry but I can't leave the room. If sir fancy this lady, she will be sure to use her body to give a pleasant time to handsome sir.]
The older prostitute spoke in a coy voice. She seemed to be in her thirties, with a firm body and an average face.
Oresus didn't seem to have heard her, he kept muttering strange things while his eyes never moved from the elf's figure.
[Please sir, please save me. Please don't let those merchants take me away. Please let me go back to my forest, my tribe will reward you with many treasures.]
The youthful girl pleaded him in a weak voice, her eyes became moist, her figure trembled slightly as if she had used all her energy to beg him.
Oresus didn't seem indifferent to her pitiful charm, as his excited expression slowly changed into infatuation.
Yet, his words didn't seem coordinated with his expression:
[Money, I have. Treasures, I don't lack.]
The elf shoulders trembled slightly. Her eyes stared straight at him as she pleaded once again:
[I will serve you in this life, I will carry your children, please don't let those evil merchants take me to your human capital.]
He seemed to hesitate slightly, the conflict on his facial expression was visible even to the prostitute in the room.
[Sir, don't be fooled by that scheming elf, you can't take her away...]
The prostitute didn't manage to finish her sentence, her eyes widened in shock and fear as Oresus placed his warm hands on her neck. With a slight twist and a resounding crack, the life quickly extinguished from her eyes.
[Those words of yours. You better not forget them or you'll taste a life-like, illusory hell treatment.]
Despite murdering that woman in cold blood, Oresus's face remained calm.
He took the elf's hand after she hurriedly nodded her head in affirmation and calmly walked away from the room, using the same technique he used to enter.
The elf stared in wonder at the guards, then hurriedly followed him in the corridor.
Soon, they reached the room he came from on the third floor.
But just when he opened the window, he felt something cold enter his back.
He looked back in shock, just in time to see the pretty elf take back the knife from inside his body, the tip dripping in blood, his blood!
[You!]
He only had time to mutter one word before she slit his throat with a cold face.
She spat on his face before jumping from the window, dissimulating herself among the grass down below.
[Crackdown.]
A single word came out of the dying Oresus.
Suddenly, the whole world exploded into fragments.
The scene changed to when they were still in the room on the third floor.
The elf wide eyes stared at him with terror.
To which he answered with his signature mysterious smile.
[Sir, don't be played by that fox-like elf. She only wants to harm you...]
The prostitute raised her voice which seemed to irritate Oresus. He glanced coldly at her:
[Alright, shut up or your next word will be your last.]
The old prostitute shivered in fear, hurriedly backing away. Her lips moved but she didn't dare utter a sound. Those eyes had clearly meant what he said. Those eyes never saw her as a living creature.
[Now that the preliminary is done, shall we begin the main act.]
He teased the elf, sitting on the bed by her side, his fingers playing with a few strands of her silky hair as she trembled in fear, but this time it didn't seem simulated.