My goal of getting into a magic school lead me here, in this established restaurant/brothel in the red light district, where I have now been working for 3 months as a servant.
It all started the day I found the location to the only magic school for mages in this city. It wasn't all that known, and has only been standing for 300 years, unlike the famous and ancient magic schools located in the capital and major mega cities.
I found that getting into magic schools was expensive, gold level expensive. For a person to enter the magic school in my city, they have to pay 100 gold coins minimum, which could feed a peasant family for 50 to 60 years for 3 meals a day.
Naturally there is no way I would be able pay that amount of money even if I worked for the rest of my life. Thus a stupid plan emerged in my head.
I'm now 15 years old, my body and face was going through puberty, and to my utter surprise, I had an attractive face. When a kid in the orphanage reaches 16 years of age, they are expected to move out, since they are recognized as adults, so nearing fifteen, about 3 months ago, some of the workers in the orphanage gave me comments about how beautiful my face was, and that if I tried, I could charm a noble woman that would make sure to take care of me.
And being the stupid and hormonal teenager I was, the idea of being able to sleep with attractive noble women gave my growing member a hard on. Eventually I decided I was going to work in the red light district, more specifically the establishments that provided service to rich or noble women.
It was the worst decision I have made in my 2 lives, and I blame myself and my hormones for being so reckless and naive. The rich nobel women were indeed rich, but they were definitely not beautiful and noble.
In fact they were animals, pigs even, I have never expected drunk women to be so disgusting, enhanced more by their plain faces and bodies. I have not seen a single beautiful woman for 3 months, instead I had to endure the harassment and the touching of these middle aged pedo women.
It was hypocritical of me to say such a thing, since I was the one who came to this establishment and allowed myself to become a servant, the lowest level of workers in the establishment. I mainly worked as eye pleaser, and the slight touching and grouping was seen as a part of my job, irking me to no end.
I didn't mind being grouped, what I minded was the women grouping me.
Thankfully I haven't been dragged to a room by them, unlike the older male servants that worked as entertainers or sex workers, that are dragged into private rooms with dead eyes. Thankfully it was an orderly establishment where the customers couldn't do as they pleased. There was a level structure for employee, with anything above the level servant could be used by the customers.
I was having a break in the employee room, rubbing my forearm that was grabbed by a drunk gorilla of a woman, she had made tonight's shift a nightmare, having chosen me as a target.
I was barely saved from being dragged into a room by the establishment manager, the only one I could maybe say was slightly beautiful, though her caked up makeup was a downer for me.
Knock! knock!
"Can I come in?" The voice was that of the manager, and I hurriedly wiped away my tears before she came in.
"Are you okay? Do you wanna finish working tonight?" she sat opposite me, sporting a worried expression on her face, now having less make up than I have ever seen her in.
"It's okay, I can continue. I need the money for rent." I replied. Ever since the nun manager found out that I wanted to work in the red light district, she booted me out without a word even though I was still 14 at the time.
"Sorry for what happened back there, sometimes the customers are unreasonable." She sat down right next to me, patting my lowered head.
I didn't want to cry, but I was getting overwhelmed, my chance at attending the magic school was running out. Most talented children start at 13, making me 2 years behind them. If by the time I reach 20, I haven't started to learn magic, my already low chances of reaching higher rank in the mage path will be reduced to zero.
And the salary i'm taking working as a servant is not nearly enough to even pay for my monthly expenditure, and I have yet to find a noble women who could fund my entrance fee. I have even talked to some of the rich women interested in buying me to become their lovers, but once they heard my price they refused, saying that i'm not that good looking.
"You are so young, why did you decide to work in this place anyway?" she raised my lowered head, using a handkerchief to wipe my tears and snot. It wasn't the proudest moment of my life.
"I wanted to enter a magic school, but the entrance fee is expensive, and I thought that maybe a noble women would…" even to me it sounded like a stupid plan now that I was saying it out loud.
"Such a silly reason, it's good you are thinking of a good future for yourself, but getting into magic school is expensive, did you not think even if you entered, you wouldn't be able to graduate?"
I have thought about it, but I wouldn't give up or fail just like that, so long as I'm able to learn one magic spell, I have the confidence that I will be able to achieve anything with it. or I used to have such confidence, reality has been beating me ever since I came to this world.
"I don't care if I fail to graduate or not, all I want is to be able to wield magic and learn it's secrets and mysteries." I said with conviction, I didn't even know why I was speaking of my dreams and goals to the lady manager.
"Admirable trait you have there, How about this, tomorrow night, 'special' customers are here to unwind themselves, how about I make you one of the servants catering to them?" as she said that, she rubbed her hand against my cheek.
"Special? do you mean..?" I was wide eyed. It could only mean those people since we are on the topic of talking about magic schools.
"Yes, they are professors at the magic academy in this city, including the principal." she smiled, everybody with common sense knew that the principal of the magic school was the most powerful and famous Mage in this city.
"What!! why would they be here, wouldn't their reputation fall to the ground?" From what I understood, if you are a famous individual, being found in the red light district would ruin your reputation. The ugly women here didn't count since they weren't even nobles, only rich ladies.
So, the professors and even the principal, being in this establishment that catered exclusively to women and their needs, would it not give them a bad reputation?
"Haha! Silly, mages don't care about reputation unlike the Nobles. Moreover i'm friends with one of the professors, and we were planning to meet up and chitchat, but she suddenly said other profosser wanted to relax as well, and have chosen to accompany her, before even the principal was dragged to join them, even i'm surprised they would all come to my meager establishment." She stretched into the seat, her dress that showed a lot of cleavage almost spilling out her moderate breasts.
'Is she hitting on me?' Even though my eyes were looking at her spilling breasts, my mind was only thinking about the chance i'm being given, and how I can make sure I enter into the Magic school.