Without a doubt, the interior of the Teaching Workshop was of exceptional, luxurious refinement.
After all, it was officially managed, attending to high-ranking officials. The courtesans were not only beautiful, impeccably dressed, of high class; they were often proficient in music, skilled in singing and dancing, and had a tragic background, plus a lingering charm that evoked pity.
"How does this place resemble a prison at all?" Ivan was thoroughly baffled.
"Could it be that they don't get wages for working here?" he tried to comprehend, "Then it really is a cruel form of punishment."
"Of course not." His Uncle immediately shook his head, denying his assumption, "The Teaching Workshop is managed by officials appointed by the royal court; their wages are allocated each month, and withholding wages seldom happens."
"What?" Ivan was shocked once again, "So they are civil servants?"
Ivan tried to follow the logic and reached an absurd conclusion—
