Year 1842
A group of beautiful courtesans entered a large guest room. There, a man wearing a mask, clad in a loose red robe, revealing his inked chest and sleeves sat leisurely on the armchair. His eyes behind the mask glossed over the beautiful ladies.
"Young Master, these are the best courtesans this house offers! They were all virgins and qualify to your preferences!" the Madam of this whorehouse smiled proudly while fanning herself elegantly. Although the man was slightly strange for hiding his face with a horrendous mask, he offered a huge sum of money. All she had to do was find her ladies, who were virgins with hazel hair.
Her brows rose when the man raised a finger, moving it across the ladies. When his finger stooped at the lady in the back, the Madam grinned from ear to ear.
"Just her," came out a seductive voice with a touch of playfulness. "The rest, leave."
