The three young women entered the building, feeling thrill and fear course through their bodies at the same time. They walked as quickly as they could to catch up with Evelyn.
The building entrance was like a hallway that burst into a grand reception on the left, it was a waiting room filled with men.
It was decorated fit for royalty with a silver, gold and magenta themed decor. The chairs in the reception were large and arranged as in a very large living room setting, with extra chairs at the corners of the room.
The girls walked into the main part of the building,taking their time to savour a treat for their eyes after spending so long in an eyesore of a prison.
It had a watching room setting that Regia had seen very frequently before when she was still taking Miss Rosa's classes. She and her classmates at that time danced a very seductive form of dancing for the guests.
The setting was a series of chairs arranged in an arch like manner around a large, decorated platform. Hers back then was meant for the men to choose his bride amongst the girls, but she highly questioned the motives of the one she was seeing before her.
Young, beautifully adorned women in fitted silk clothing were already on the platform, dancing to the adoration of perversely wide eyed men. All of it was just an annoying sight as it seemed that Olivia was right, they did run a brothel, but this was definitely not underground.
The men led them to the backroom where they saw the woman they had met earlier coming out of a room with a man. She was still in her earlier attire but she had changed her shawl to a pure white one. Shelifted her gaze to them as that approached and smiled.
Anger settled in their throats as thy saw the hypocritical smile spread across her delicate looking face.
The woman slithered to them, the man with her walking towards them regally as well with an air of arrogance around them.
Like they had all been commanded, their gazes dropped immediately to the floor as the two people stood before them. They looked to be a couple together as they both exuded a dominating aura.
The man's eyes raked over the young, beautiful women before him. This wasn't his first time in the brothel so he knew how things went in this setting. Amusement flashed in his eyes but he kept his face neutral.
Regia lifted her face ever so slightly to coach a glimpse of the man standing over them and as she did, she could see his eyes on her.
He then suddenly caught her chin in his large, gloved hand and lifted her face. She trembled gently as she hadn't anticipated his actions, catching her breath between her teeth as she saw his roving eyes scrutinize her.
What her eyes saw in his eyes she couldn't pin down but somehow she felt she could feel familiarity in his eyes. As she looked back at him, she felt her breath escape her throat. His definition was unlike anything she had ever seen, godlike if anything.
He had a striking greyish-green eyes veiled with thick and beautiful eyelashes that could make any woman envious. His nose was sharp and well shaped as it towered over his pink and proudly full lips. His jawline was unique and seemed like something she could only imagine, no, never imagine.
Everything about his face was well sculpted, even his neatly combed raven dark hair that he had tied as a ponytail. As her gaze was about to go lower the man let go of her chin causing her to blink, having been caught unsettled.
He looked away and pulled his hand to his back as he turned to face his earlier companion. The woman smiled ever so slyly at him, and one couldn't even wonder what was going on behind those brown orbs of hers.
"She just arrived Prince Xander, I don't think she would be of any...",
" I didn't utter a word Lucienne, why do you jump into conclusions in such a haste",he retorted, cutting into her sentence, his velvety deep voice was calm despite its disturbed undertone and it cascaded over to Regia's ears.
Heavens,even his voice sounded as he looked, heavenly. He had his elegant brows furrowed, he was obviously not pleased with her statement.
"I am sorry for my forwardness your Highness, please forgive me", she apologized giving a slight bow. The man,who Regia had now come to know as Prince Xander, gave her a weary look before walking away.
Regia's eyes sharply darted between the woman and the floor, she hoped she had not now made enemies with her new madame on her first evening.
She then realised that everyone was still in that position, even the two unchivalrous men. They had all witnessed what had happened and how she shamelessly drooled at that man. Shame easily overpowered her as she stood there facing the floor.
Her gaze unconsciously shifted to Miss Lucienne, the woman was still staring at her, even though she didn't look angry at all, still Regia had learnt never to trust all the eyes could see.
Miss Lucienne then faced the men guiding them and the two parties seemed to communicate something privy to each other's understanding.
The men with a forward wave of their hand signalled for the young women to follow them. They all scurried forward behind the men, not wanting to spend another minute with this silently horrifying woman.
As Regia was about to pass her, she shoved her hand in front of her and
she rushed into a halt, lifting her gaze slowly to the woman in high heels peering down haughtily at her.
"And where do you think you're going, you're coming with me young woman", she said and retracted her hand before walking forward, expecting Regia to follow her.
Regia who was quick to catch the message looked back and caught the worried eyes of the people she had thought she found friends in. Fate was at it again, she wondered what it was cooking up this time as she turned to see Miss Lucienne already moving towards a cornet on the left ahead.
She hurried her pace to catch up with the woman. The woman opened a door for her and stood outside the door giving her a look that told her to get in. She slowly slid into the room not exactly surprised by what she saw next.