Rayna
"It will look good, right?" asked Breve, looking nervously at the mirror. "I don't know, but Varza looks good with her shining purple hair," I replied to my roommate.
She idolizes that younger woman; I mean, she is brave.
She had cut her hair to an inch. That is less than most men keep. She had painted her hair purple, and it is a normal dye she had used, but an alchemical dye that lets hair shine in light.
It made her look good. Especially good in dim light.
Though it is great that it doesn't shine in darkness. It would be weird, and that type of dye is expensive, but if they want, the establishment might provide that to do them.
The establishment provides a lot of things, expensive things. As long as they think it is necessary, they buy it for the girls.
It took me days to get over that idea.
"I am going to it," she said finally, with conviction, and turned to the tall woman.
"Hilva, color my hair,"
The tall woman immediately begins to work on her hair. Her movements are smooth, but not as smooth as those work at the studio.
They are best; the real miracle workers, who could transform anyone into a wholly different person. I have seen them work, and they have impressed me thoroughly.
I was really shocked when I saw them prepare the girls for the work.
I used to feel that girls were already beautiful and no makeup or expensive dresses could bring much change, but I was dead wrong.
Hilva is new to this and has been learning only for a few months, but still, she is good. Good enough that she could leave this profession and find a job anywhere as a beautician.
Though, I don't think she will leave the profession, or at least yet. She herself had said it.
The woman is tall and thin with a beautiful, angular face. She is also on the third floor, above the second floor.
There the patrons are better and richer than on the second floor. Though not as great as the top floor; those are the top patrons.
Breve is also on the third floor, and she is trying to get onto the top floor, like many other girls.
It is hard. There are only twenty-eight spots on a single shift. 60% of which are filled by girls Lv. 20 and above.
Hilva is Lv. 2o, Breve is not; it is quite easy to tell. As those with Lv. 20 and above have a private room. Nobody would be idiot enough to hide levels and forgo that privilege.
I also want it, and it is not hard to achieve as I had first thought on my first day here.
Everybody seemed to be leveling up fast in this place.
Since I had come here, my Listener Class leveled up twice. Though I had accepted it only once to keep parity with my Prostitute Class; it really hurt to let go of that skill, when the future is so uncertain in that class.
I also gained a level in my Prostitute Class, which was a surprise for me. It had been years since that had happened.
The most surprising is me gaining the new class. The Reader Class and it had already reached Lv. 3 in just thirteen days.
It happened so fast and totally unexpected.
Even after more than one and a half months of coming here. I still haven't decided which interest to pursue.
I am trying, painting, knitting, sewing, and playing musical instruments. However, it is also true, that I have spent more time on reading than any other interest, and I love it.
I had read very few books in my life, and so when I came here and saw thousands of them, which I could read without any restrictions; I couldn't hold myself back.
I have started reading on the first day, and there hasn't been a single day when I haven't read something.
Still, doing all this, I couldn't help but wonder what would become of this.
Since I came here, they have treated me no differently from other girls. They gave me all basic etiquette classes; I attended classes of interest and even tested my mage talent.
I have it, and I have been attending the classes of it for three weeks.
Despite them treating me like any other girl, would they let me work in the establishment like other girls? I am a woman without legs; it is nearly unheard of for women like us working in business.
Most of us die and some suffer a fate worse than death in the hands of a man like Lawrence Pen.
Would I even be able to work if they let me do it? This is the question that has haunted me for a while.
I have not slept with any man since I have lost my legs and shudder at the thought of it.
Though sleeping with patrons isn't necessary. There is one girl, who has never slept with any patron since she started working here.
I first didn't believe it, but it is true.
"Now, we wash," said Hilva after an hour of break and took the chair near the basin and reclined Breve's head into it.
There she carefully washed all the dye away, till nothing had remained in her hair and dried them by running her fingers into her hair.
It is clearly a skill she is using, and I wish I had it. With it, drying the hair would become so easy.
"How does it look?" asked Hilva as she took Brene in front of the mirror.
"Amazing," said Brene, looking at her short, blue dark hair. Which are silky soft and shining, making her look amazing.
"They are looking really good," I said, and it was genuine praise.
"They are. Thank you Hilva, you have done the magic," Breve said to the tall woman. "I am glad you like it, Breve," she said, and a few seconds later, we walked out of the parlor.
"Let's hope, Madam Caena didn't say anything about it," said Breve, with a faint nervousness. "I don't think she will, many girls have dyed their hair, and she didn't say anything," I replied, and she smiled.
We were walking toward the elevator when we noticed something.
People are taking the furniture to the upper floor through the stairs, in the company of guards.
"Who is it?" asked Breve, seeing the furniture. "Onaz Lount," I replied, she immediately recognized the woman, she was one of the famous ones, the top-floor girl.
"She would be fifth, right?" Breve asked, and I nodded.
Here too, levels are important, and privileges are given according to them.
Those who reach Lv. 20 get a private room and those who reach Lv. 25 gets to privilege to change the interior of their room, with the establishment paying for it.
It is not just the furniture, but also the color of the room and other things involved in it.
At Lv. 30, one gets a suit, and they are amazing. I have seen the suites the madams have, and they are one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
"Ah, girls younger than me, are getting the private rooms. When will I get one," said Breve in dreamy wonder.
"Got bored with me already?" I asked and immediately she sobered up with cheeks red.
"You know, I don't mean it in that way. You are the best roommate; I could dream of having." She said apologetically.
"I know," I said.
Soon, we reached the elevator and pressed the key, and the elevator came down and it was not empty.
A teen girl, with a big smile on her face. She was so happy; she didn't even have a serious face, which she always tries to keep in front of the girls
"Madam Gloria," we greeted as she came out. "Sisters," she said and walked away.
"She is quite happy," said Brene. "She is going to Merchant State a day after tomorrow with Master Silver," I replied.
I had heard just it in the morning and couldn't help, but feel envious. In my whole life, I have been to only three cities. All were small and from the empire.
"I want to visit the merchant cities someday," said Breve as stepped out of the elevator.
"You could, you know; you just need to ask for leave and go visit." "You even have money to do it," I said to her, and she rolled her eyes.
"I could, but I have an eye on sweet investment, and I don't want to spend on anything till I buy it," she replied.
This is another surprising thing about this place. Here, whores do not save for rainy days, but invest in things.
The girls have brought precious metals, gems, land, apartments, and many other things. They have freaking bank accounts, where 80% of their earnings are directly deposited there.
"Well, you might get a chance to visit the merchant state without spending a penny," I said to her.
"I might, but I really don't want to leave this place, even for more money and a huge city," she replied, looking at the garden.
Master Silver was opening three new brothels in the merchant state, and he would need girls for them. He has the girls; the circle currently has nearly nine hundred girls.
Only over three hundred and fifty are working and around two hundred are below eighteen; the rest are being trained.
One and half months had already passed since I had come here. In two months, the girls of my batch will be ready, with such girls, he wouldn't have any problem in filling the establishment and another brothel.
Three on the other will be challenging unless he starts with a few girls.
Which will be an optimum strategy.
Click!
Soon, we reached our room.
Breve begins to change for the dance class she has, while I sat on the chair and opened the book I was reading.
I also have classes, but mine will start an hour later, and I didn't want to waste time resting when I could finish a few chapters of this wonderful book.
Since I started reading the books, the pages of Mind Diary have been filling fast. I am not recording the entire book, just important parts.
Thankfully, the Mind Diary had a huge capacity, and it increases with every level up and increases in the attribute.
Soon, an hour passed, and I put the book down with a bookmark on it and walked out of my room.
Hours passed, and I had finished with all my classes except for one, but that was after dinner.
Thinking of dinner, my mouth couldn't help, but water up.
I wasn't a fan of the food like some people are, but the food here is really good. I had never eaten as delicious food like this in my whole life.
"Rayna, going into a spa?" asked Arna as I took my wheelchair in the garden. "Yes, I have an appointment," I replied and moved ahead.
Like everything in this place, even the garden is accessible through a wheelchair; I could take it anywhere without any problem.
It is starkly different from how I needed the help of girls to move through the floor. Even accessing the toilet used to be a challenge. Here, everything is easy.
A smile appeared on my face, but a second later, it turned somber when my gaze fell on a woman.
To be honest, this place is so good, that sometimes forget I am in a brothel, but then I would see things, that would remind me of it, along with the worst pain of my life.
Left of me, is Urval, a woman in her mid-thirties, sitting with her friend.
Eight days ago, she suffered something horrific. A client had beaten her to the pulp. Madam Margaux had said, it was the most horrific incident a girl ever suffered in the establishment.
It may be extremely rare in the establishment, but common outside.
Urval was lucky to be here in the establishment.
She was rescued from that man and brought back to the circle, where Miss Zela healed her injuries.
The animal of a man was not only banned but also sent to jail, which seldom happened. The one who did it to me, walked free after paying a few hundred imperials to Hershel.
Urval signifies the best outcome of such cases, while I was the worst.
I had lost my legs because Hershel didn't even call a doctor, much less a healing mage and or spare a healing potion.
He left me for dead. The only reason I had survived was because the girls pooled their money and called a doctor. He was an apprentice; the only one willing to come to the brothel to treat a whore, among many doctors that girls had pleaded.
I was saved, but he had cut my legs. The injuries were bad, and it was already late when he had come to treat me.
I still remember how the young man had said that it was a miracle that he was able to save me.
If Hershel had called a doctor and spared a few bottles of healing potion. I would have been walking on my legs.
Now, only a regeneration could bring my legs back, and it is an unreachable spell for a whore like me.
That I won't be able to afford in a hundred lives.