The local fallout in the small area from my murder was practically non-existent. I took some time to scout around and talk to people around me and slowly learned what was happening.
It was not that the guards were uninterested.
Two ships had recently been stolen from the harbor and were being whipped into shape. Many of the guards were being punished for losing thousands of gold. I could not help but chuckle that my previous crime was covering my recent crime, even weeks later. The docks had a larger guard presence, and the Guards watched more closely even at night.
Ultimately, it was reactionary stupidity.
Things like our theft happen because of a hole in your security, a lack of training, mentality, or coverage. Slowly, people watch and exploit those holes to do what we did a couple of weeks back for the Necromancer Guild. Reacting to those and putting in extra coverage is actually stupid if you don't keep it up or change the underlying problems there were with the security in the first place.
Street lights, dock patrols, and people stationed by the ships in the first place.
Then there was the strength I presented to the guards, who did manage to catch up and fight with me. They were not weak, but they were taken off guard, which was entirely due to their training. There were so many more reasons, but now, I took over a little shop just out of the main area of the docks in the Capital city of the Demon lands.
Nice.
I shamelessly took over it, and many people were not mad. They were extremely happy when I sent Stacy down with Freya to clean the place out. Both Stacy and Freya, with their less sensitive noses, could take the smell, and they had to wash the walls, ceilings, and floors multiple times in order to start having the overwhelming smell leave the shop.
In the end, we started to tear out wood and walls and renovate the place with the funds that we had. This was a prime location, and when Stacy and Freya finally cleaned out the basement warehouse from all the random shit the man owned, it was a perfect staging ground.
Quickly, we worked up cleaning out the mice that had infiltrated the basement as the man had food rotting in the basement. Then we started to move everything inside the new warehouse staging area. Moving quickly, we started to change the main floor into a brothel for dock workers. People who did not have a lot of cash and wanted to get their fuck on.
We did not have the 'employees' yet, but I do not think it would be too much of an issue to find women to do it in the culture here. It would have been next to impossible without loan sharking or just purchasing slaves, which no one liked to think about in my previous world. Here, though, the Succubus and Incubus were both species that would thrive in this environment.
So we made an area with a group shower and a costly enchantment to scrub the sex off with no privacy and no distinction of gender. Then, I created a large room with a counter everyone had to pass by. There, people would pay to be there a fee for entry then women or men could whore themselves out in the rooms or public lobby.
I created Glory holes for both men and women with nice sealed rooms with just enough room for a person to lean down to get fucked on both sides and a hole between each of them. I put them three in a row and put holes in the center one. There were four setups of that, and then there was a large boxed-off area in the center for fun. Where there was a hole in the wall, women or men could lie down and leave their bottom half open for the public to use. There would also be a box to collect 'tips', which the person can leave for themselves as free, or rent a sign saying a price for their body that the person has to pay for them to get used to.
All of that would be enforced with a C ranker at least on duty to put people who try to break the rules in serious trouble. So I would make gold without actually having to do anything. We would only be providing a place for people to do it more safely. Then those selling themselves in my place have to pay rent, which is the tip collection signs that we rent out.
Then, to make it a bit more fun and more intimate, we had a second floor where we made four beds that people could rent out for couples. They paid by the hour, and it was not for rent by a girl or man who wished to sell themselves. They would have to pair up before heading upstairs and using the rooms.
All of this was going to be a nice steady income of silver and copper, which would make my finances quite a bit more confusing for those watching.
The question was if I would have to find some women and men to hire so that those visiting would have someone there to show the place off before it opened up.
The place took a week to clean up, and during that time, I started to put Melony to work on various things. Now, with her freedom, she started to work for me without issue. Multiple times, we gave her the opening to leave without being able to stop her, and she continued to work. I could tell already that the scars of my training were there and sticking. She was too scared to leave, and she already started to create a psychological prison for herself.
It was always fun to see when someone became their own prison guard. I could not help but chuckle as I watched her finishing up a lot of the work needing to be done. What was even more fun was that she really liked the new building and so as we got closer to the opening date I walked up to her for a conversation.
Melony did not notice me at first. I entered silently and walked up behind her while she was working on the room, cleaning it up from the construction and putting the room together. I watched as she started to mutter to herself, and I decided to stop and listen. "No, No, Melony, Mistress will be angry if you do it that way; it must be perfect; no punishment." She told herself, and she shivered, but her legs started to rub together, and her hand grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple, "No, you cannot, you will be punished, you-" She paused and shivered again, "You shouldn't want that again, stupid body, why are you so weak, you can't do that again. You will break." Melony commented to herself. "B- but it felt so good; my clothes are rubbing," She moaned. I could tell that she was working herself up, and I could not help but chuckle as she thought she was alone.
Her face turned bright red, and she was scared as she noticed me standing there. I stepped forward, making her flinch, and I grinned. I loved that fear in her gaze combined with other emotions like desire. "You want another punishment?" I asked, my smile large, and her mouth opened, but my finger pressed against her lips, "Or should I call it a reward?" I asked her slowly, and her body trembled, but I looked down, and the pants that I allowed her to wear started to grow as she lost control of her bladder from fear, and I smiled. "Or should I punish you for making a mess in the room?" I asked, and her eyes widened, and her legs trembled, and I stepped back, "Melony," I said slowly, and she nodded.
"Y- yes, Mistress," She stuttered out in fear.
"You will be the day shift for this place," I told her. You will work here eight hours after it opens, and you will just have to provide protection to those selling their bodies and our money. At this point, you will allow no one to go into the ware house for any reason from upstairs unless it is Stacy, Freya, or Kara. Do you understand my orders?"
"I will do as you ask; please don't punish me," Melony said quickly, her body continuing to tremble, and I grinned.
"Melony, do well, and you will be allowed to request a reward from me," I said slowly, "You can tell me what that reward is at the time," I grinned, and I leaned down my face inches from hers and stared into her eyes. "You will get a pass this time, Melony. But don't make a mess next time. Also, figure out the reward you want," I finished and chuckled as she started to moan, her hand diving down to her crotch as I stepped back.
I could see her embarrassment and shame as she had wet herself. I walked out of the room, knowing exactly what she would ask for. That hellscape will become her prison, something like a heroin addict, forever knowing it is bad for her but forever seeking the high of the first time it happened to her.
Laughing, I started to depart, only to stop as I left the building.
"Excuse me," I heard suddenly, with the sound of armor behind me. I stopped and turned around to see a group of three guards standing there with serious expressions. I froze for a moment but smiled as I greeted them.
"Good Afternoon," I replied, keeping my composure. However, I did not know why they would stop me.
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