Caena
"Any problem?" I Jenna, as I had returned to the first board, as some say, the second floor.
"There was some, but I handled it," she replied, without letting the smile fade from her face.
I didn't ask about the problem, since she said she had dealt with it. There is no need to ask her about it further.
I looked at people sitting on the first board, and the smile on my face turned genuine.
Everybody seemed to be having a good time, and that was the most important thing.
It is the reason for the establishment's existence.
The first board is big, as big as the previous hall on the first floor, but has fewer girls. Though it didn't look like it, thanks to the cleverly done interior. The husband and wife had done a great job.
What I mean to say, is that we could add more girls and it won't feel crowded at all.
We could have done that now, but we didn't have the girls and we didn't use those who are not ready.
The number of girls is a problem, we always face, unlike the other brothels. We couldn't simply buy the contracts and make them work the next day.
There is a lot of work involved in it. Months are needed to train the girls before they can work.
"Wow, Miss Caena. You seemed to have completely transformed your establishment this time," said the middle-aged man as he entered the first board.
"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Wells; I hope you have a wonderful time with us," I said, and the man grinned.
"Of course, I will," he said and went with Jenna, but not before giving me, one last lecherous look; I took it with a smile and harnessed that lust.
I added it to my reserves, which now have gathered enough to charge another charm. I did that, as I took the elevator to the second board.
I had not used my harnessed emotions alone, but also the emotions swirling around me. Now, I only need half of the emotions, I used to need, as the other half comes from the establishment.
I am planning on reducing the percentage of harvested emotions, to enable my craft while increasing the percentage of emotions gathered from the establishment.
This is where the witchcraft gets tricky and only the smart ones are able to find a way through it.
I do not consider myself smart, but I have found the way. I wouldn't have been my mother's daughter if I hadn't.
I was planning to think about this in a few days when I got used to the job, but the idea came suddenly.
I came out of the elevator and looked at Danielle; she was mingling with patrons and also talking to girls, especially new ones.
Master Silver has asked to keep an eye on the new girls. They might be in the business for years, but this is new for them, and it could get overwhelming.
Thankfully, they are doing well.
The old girls are doing even better; nearly all of them, have smiles on their faces and not all smiles are fake.
The small part of smiles related to the contracts they have signed in the morning. Master Silver had hiked their commission.
Taking it to 25% from the 10% before.
I could remember their shock clearly when they saw it. It is a massive increase, especially when we have also increased our rates, nearly doubling them.
Making them equal to the true high-class brothel.
While not all our girls have achieved Lv. 20, that is a prerequisite of the high-class brothel. Our girls are learned and talented. They have enough confidence and skills that most of our patrons think 90% of girls are at Lv. 20 and above.
They wouldn't have had a doubt about the rest 10% too, but some of our girls are young and they couldn't believe they were level 20.
They are not, not all of them at least.
The girls have advanced rapidly since coming here. There are three girls, who were able to reach Lv. 20 before they are even nineteen.
They have crossed more than ten levels in less than a year.
It is quite remarkable, not the levels, but crossing the capstone of Lv. 20. People spent years crossing it and many never could in their whole lives, but a lot of girls, young and old, had done it within months.
I am one of them.
I had stayed and mingled here for a few minutes before going to the top floor.
Hun!
I had just reached there when I noticed a slight disturbance.
Mr. Akvens is being a little forceful with Bell, he is trying to caress her, and kiss her hand, while she is avoiding it.
I had taken a step toward it, but stopped when I saw Bell's face; there was a smile on her.
I didn't see the panic or anger that I had been expecting to see, but saw a smile with a hint of confidence.
So, I stopped and turned to the other patrons while keeping an eye on Bell, and, to my surprise. I saw the anger in the middle-aged man's eyes disperse and he stopped being forceful.
Now he is laughing and talking with Bell, like he wasn't forceful and angry a few minutes ago.
It genuinely surprised me. Akven's isn't easy to handle and the only reason he is on the top floor is because he is generous.
I stayed on the top floor for half an hour before I went down on the second board and first board and, seeing everything going well, I stepped out, taking the secret entrance.
These three floors aren't the only things I have to look at; the responsibilities of madam are a lot more.
Soon, I entered the kitchen, where everyone was working. There is not a single person who is not doing something.
Drev had four dishes cooking in front of him. He would also go around the kitchen looking at other chefs' works, praising and critiquing as he tasted their dishes.
I turned to Wanda. The girl is in uniform and working on the dish, she is so focused on it, that she doesn't even notice when Drev comes beside her and looks at her dis.
She only noticed him, when he spoke.
"Drev, how are things?" I asked. "Everything is great," he replied, and I nodded and was about to leave when I saw Edina coming to the delivery window.
"Chef, Guildmaster Hardt wants to meet with you," she said, and a flash of irritation appeared in his eyes for a moment.
"Tell him, I will meet him in a few minutes," He replied.
Drev doesn't like to meet people, especially when he is busy cooking, and usually declines to do it. However, Damon Hardt isn't someone he could decline to meet.
There is a list, I have given to him. If the people on that list had asked to meet him, he would have to meet them.
Damon Hardt is top of that list.
A second later, I walked to the basement, where there was an amazing thing.
I could have gone there from the first floor of the basement like everybody is doing, but I went to the third floor, the lowest floor.
Click!
I opened the door and felt like I had entered a completely different place. It is bright and colorful and occupies a big section of the underground, with all three floors.
The new studio.
The first thing I saw was the beautiful make-up chairs and mirrors in front of them, with glowing lights covering them.
Seven of these chairs are occupied by the girls and have beauticians working on them. Eudo is sitting, watching, and speaking only when he needs to advise and critique.
I nodded at him before looking at the place, which still amazed me.
There are colorful racks and drawers of glass and crystals. Holding dresses, shoes, and other accessories.
They occupied the whole three floors.
On each floor, there are a couple of teen girls, and they will have to grow anything down, that beauticians ask.
There is a silver circle in the center. Whatever is thrown from above will fall on it and float over it. There, the teens would take them and hand them over to beauticians.
There is also an elevator, that working girls would take to come and leave, making the whole thing fast and efficient.
I was watching them when the door from the right opened, and Cath came wearing a robe.
She looked fresh, with her hair wet. She had come out of the shower.
Yes, there are also showers. If the girls want to take a shower before they go back to the next patron, they could.
More space had allowed us to do the things that we were not able to do before. Like this huge studio, and showers. There are also rooms where the girls can rest and even sleep if they want to.
I didn't stay in the studio for long; after seeing there were no problems, I went to the floors above.
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Arlina
"This is the best thing I have ever eaten," I said as I took another bite from a dense frothing ice-cold desert, which had tiny, crystalized pearls of mango juice, that would pop as they touched the tongue.
It is just the taste, but the whole feeling from the sound it made as I dipped my spoon into it, to the feeling I got as it entered my mouth.
It gives a complete sensory overload, that feels as good as an orgasm.
"This one is good, too," said Galen. I looked at the dessert he was eating; it was a blood-red sphere, with dense golden crystalline liquid inside.
I raised my spoon and scooped it, before taking a bite.
Hmmm!
I unconsciously closed my eyes, and a moan escaped my mouth as I tasted the desert. It is on the same level as the one I am eating, but completely different in taste and feeling.
Galen took the bite of my dessert, and his expression turned the same as me.
I couldn't help but smile seeing that.
I love sweet, always have been. Galen, not so much, but now he is gorging on the desert.
It is not just dessert, but the whole meal itself. It is so different and so good. I have never eaten a food so delicious as this.
To be honest, never in my dream, I had expected, would eat such delicious food.
We have come here because we didn't want to offend Silver, but now, I am really glad we did.
The food is amazing and so is the ambiance; I felt relaxed the moment I took a step here. All the uncomfortableness and inhabitation seemed to have evaporated, and I felt comfortable, more at ease than I felt in any restaurant.
I had a thought; every minute would be painful here, and we only planned to stay for half an hour.
To show Silver that we had arrived, but we had been here for one and a half hours, polishing one course of the meal after another.
I was full, even before the desert, but the charming server said that the desert is to die for, and it is.
I gorged the whole thing before I had even realized.
It is not just me, but also Galen, seeing how he is looking at the empty plate in front of him in confusion.
"I hope, you are having g good time, sir, ma'am. Can I bring you anything?" asked our server as she appeared beside us.
She is a beautiful young woman who seems to be in her early twenties. Wearing a uniform of tight white shirt and black skirt, that seemed to be hugging every part of her body perfectly.
It is tailored.
The thing that impressed me most is there perfect makeup; it is definitely professionally done.
I have noticed all the servers, men or women wearing clothes, that are fitting them perfectly and professionally done makeup.
Which felt excessive at first, but I quickly got accustomed to it and found it more and more pleasing.
"No, just a check, and please tell a chef, that it was a wonderful meal," said Galen to the server.
"The chef will appreciate your kind words, sir," she said and was about to leave.
"Wait," I said, and she stopped and turned to me with a graceful motion.
"Do you need anything, ma'am?" she asked. "Yes, I would like to have these two desserts please, and can you pack them to take home?" I asked.
Some restaurants take such requests, some don't.
"Certainly, Ma'am," said the woman with a smile, before leaving.
"The children will love it. It is a little expensive, but we can afford it," said Galen, and I smiled.
The food here is expensive. More than I had thought it would be, but after testing it, it was worth every penny.
"I really love to come back again," I said softly. "We will see," he replied softly.
If it had been any normal restaurant. It wouldn't have been a problem, but it was in a freaking brothel.
People have brought their wives today because Silver invited them, but will they come back? It is a rather difficult question.
If someone had asked me this two hours ago, my answer would have been a definite no, but now, I am not sure of my answer.
I looked up and couldn't help but imagine what people were doing above. Likely tangling on the sheets, having intense sex.
Just thinking about it is making me feel wet. I want to have sex, and it is not my husband I imagine myself having, but our beautiful server.
I pushed that thought away and focused on my husband. I really hope we will make love today and it is intense; like the one, we had when we were young, before kids and all the responsibilities.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, and I couldn't help, but feel my cheeks heating up.
"Nothing, just how young the chef is," I replied quickly, looking at the young chef appearing by the table of Damon Hardt.
"You are right, he is young," said Galen as he turned.
"I still can't believe Damon Hardt came. I heard he and Silver didn't like each other," I said softly.
"Me too, but us small folks can't understand what happens between these powerful people. Maybe they have made up or he might have just accepted the invitation as a courtesy," said Galen and shook his head.
For a few seconds, there was silence until our server returned.
"Here is the desert, ma'am, and the bill, sir," said the server as she placed delicately packed paper boxes in front of me and the bill in front of Galen, who had surprise in his eyes.
"This?" he asked.
"An opening day discount," she replied with a smile.
I looked at the bill and was surprised to see there was a 75% discount. It made me feel good.
While we could afford it, the bill was high.
Let's hope that we will make a deal tomorrow. With such business, we will be able to dine in places like this more often.
Galen paid the bill, and we got out of our chairs and walked toward the exit, with big smiles on our faces.
I really hope women become common here. I had a great time and would love to visit again.