"Wha—?!"
Eleanor clutched the pamphlet with trembling hands, anticipating a mundane menu but stumbling upon something far more tantalizing—a roadmap to the realm of carnal delights.
"What is this, Lien?! Where in the world did you drag me?!"
"Relax, Eleanor. It's just a portal to adult ecstasy. Look at those folks over there. Aren't they lost in the throes of passion?"
Eleanor reluctantly followed Lien's gaze, transfixed by the kaleidoscope of sensuality—couples entwined in fiery embraces, a symphony of desire.
"Wawawawawa!"
Eleanor couldn't help but shield her blushing cheeks from the spectacle.
"Don't be so prudish. Well, I guess it's no surprise you're still navigating these uncharted waters."
"I can't stand being here, Lien. Let's get out of this place and head back to your estate."
"Nuh-uh!" Lien exclaimed, wagging her finger provocatively. "Not until we've landed you a man."
"I don't really need one."
"I know you do, Eleanor. I know you do," said Lien. "Peruse the pamphlet and uncover your desire."
"I-I don't want anything. Besides, I don't even comprehend these words. I don't even fathom what these illustrations are meant to depict."
The pamphlet unfolded a myriad of choices, a lascivious menu ranging from male to female pleasure purveyors. As Eleanor wasn't inclined towards women, she focused on the men, meticulously decoding the tantalizing details.
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Blowjob – 1 Bronze Coin
Sex – 1 Silver Coin
Anal – 1 Silver Coin and 5 Bronze Coins
For those daring to explore kinkier options, a consultation with a servicer was available to check the feasibility. However, such desires came with an extra cost, depending on the complexity or audacity of one's request.
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The pamphlet adorned itself with explicit illustrations, painting a vivid picture of the acts alongside the corresponding financial obligations—a visual guide for those less versed in the art of reading. Though Eleanor possessed literacy, the explicit terms and images befuddled her. She could, however, discern the word "sex," grasping that the rest of the content delved into realms of sensuality.
"Hello, distinguished madams, welcome to our opulent establishment," greeted a man dressed as a waiter. "How may I elevate your experience?" He initially radiated intrigue toward Eleanor, but his enthusiasm waned upon the sight of Lien. Despite his disappointment, he quickly masked it with a forced smile. "My, my. If it isn't Madam Lien. I apologize for the delay in recognition. Ah, but I regret to inform you that your preferred companion is completely booked."
"My, my. That's quite the disappointment. I was truly hoping for another encounter with Leon. Too bad. But I'm more than willing to bide my time for him. Price is no issue."
"Oh, okay…" the waiter sighed. "And what about you, madam? Are you tempted to share a night of pleasure? We have a skilled option available." He pointed provocatively at himself.
Eleanor shrank in her seat. "I'm not really..."
"I prefer her to a more charming man. It will be her first time, after all."
The waiter looked genuinely surprised. "First time? Damn, madam, didn't see that coming, given her age... and looks, for that matter. But, as I mentioned before, Leon is completely booked for the night. It's not the most tactful thing for me to say, especially as you're our esteemed customer, but he's unavailable at the moment. If you're not open to considering other options, I'll have to kindly ask you to depart and return tomorrow. Preferably in the early hours."
Eleanor's inner monologue cheered, 'Perfect,' as a pint-sized version of herself gleefully jumped up and down in her mind. "T-That's quite unfortunate, Lien. L-Let's just make our way back, okay?"
"You're leaving tomorrow, right? So we have to do this now. It's now or never, Eleanor."
"Lien... I really don't want it."
"But you need it, Eleanor," Lien insisted. She then fished something from her pockets. "Clear his schedule. I'll pay 5 Gold Coins for him."
The waiter's countenance twisted in genuine shock, a reaction perfectly mirrored by Eleanor. "W-What in the world are you playing at, Lien?"
"Uh, ma'am..."
"What seems to be the matter here?" A new voice cut through the tense atmosphere, emanating from a plump man with a luxuriously curly mustache. His eyes remained closed, his face adorned with a calculating smile. "Oh? Madam Lien. My deepest apologies for not personally extending a warm welcome to you in our esteemed establishment."
"It's fine. I wasn't exactly expecting a red carpet reception here anyway."
"What seems to be the issue?"
Lien's gaze never wavered as she delivered her demand with an air of authority, "I want Leon. I'll fork over 5 gold for him. Can you clear his schedule?"
The man's expression wavered between confusion and a forced smile. "Uh, I don't think anyone booked Leon for tonight. I'm struggling to comprehend why you're doing this, Madam Lien."
The waiter tried to speak up, managing only an uncertain "Uh." When the man shot him a look, he visibly retreated.
"I see... It appears one of our staff members has been a bit naughty, my lady. Excuse his indiscretion. Dolan, scurry off to the staff room and fetch Leon."
The waiter clicked his tongue, "Tsk. I just wanted a taste of some MILF action, man. Why does that dude always score with the stunners?" He begrudgingly shuffled off to the staff room to retrieve the man Lien had requested.
"I'm genuinely sorry for that," the man bowed his head.
"It's fine, Fernand. Well, I can't blame him for craving some intimate moments with Eleanor here. She is a captivating woman, after all."
"She is indeed."
Eleanor couldn't help but shrank into her seat, attempting to make herself as inconspicuous as a whisper in the wind.
"Have you made your selections?" the man inquired.
"Well, I won't be making any, but she will. I'll take the whole menu for her."
"You mean all three orders. Quite the indulgence. Your friend must have quite the appetite." Ferdinand chuckled, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. "Hmm. Leon hadn't planned on entertaining a customer today, needing to head home early. However, I'll have a word with him, see if we can bend the rules a bit, all to please you, Madam Lien."
"Thank you. I must say, though, you navigate this provocative enterprise with finesse. Who would have thought a low-ranked noble like you could establish such a captivating venture?"
"The Silveria lineage earned their noble stripes through ventures in entertainment like this. Since this is a realm of entertainment, and my skills are honed in managing the industry, it's only natural that I thrive in this business."
"I'll be a regular visitor to this haven... and my friend here will be too."
"I'll be delighted to extend my hospitality," the man responded, his gaze lingering on Eleanor. She shrank under the weight of his scrutiny. "Madam, the room you're about to enter is the second one. Await the man requested by Madam Lien. Oh, and please, indulge in a shower before the act. Not that I'm implying you're unclean; in fact, you look pristine. It's simply protocol for patrons to cleanse themselves before the deed. The bathroom is within the confines of the room. Subsequently, recline on the bed, and your attendant will join you shortly." With a bow, the man gracefully withdrew.
Eleanor cast a pleading glance at Lien.
"Go now, Eleanor. I'm confident you'll find pleasure in this." Lien's smile held an enigmatic allure.
With no alternative but to proceed, Eleanor headed to the room.
***
Eleanor's gaze darted nervously around the room, anticipation and anxiety swirling in her eyes. Having cleansed herself in the bathroom, she now stood draped in a pristine white blanket, shielding her nakedness from the yet-unseen man Lien had arranged for her. The fabric cocooned her from the torso down to her knees, leaving the tantalizing truth of her nudity hidden underneath.
"Is this really okay?"
The question echoed in her mind like a persistent drumbeat, repeating itself at least twenty times. Each inquiry remained unanswered, leaving Eleanor caught in a moral quandary. Lien's prepayment weighed heavily on her conscience, making the prospect of fleeing feel ethically complex. Yet, an inner yearning to escape before the mysterious man's arrival continued to tug at her.
"What should I do?"
This secondary query followed each repetition of the first, a relentless cycle of uncertainty. Like its predecessor, it lingered without resolution, leaving Eleanor in a state of inner turmoil.
Amidst this internal conflict, a presence entered the room. Eleanor instinctively covered herself, but the short blanket, designed for post-encounter modesty, betrayed her vulnerability by exposing her knees.
"Good evening, Madam," the newcomer greeted with a tone so soft it felt almost inappropriate to hide her face. Eleanor, feeling exposed yet compelled to acknowledge the greeting, timidly lowered the protective blanket.
The moment her eyes locked onto his face, they widened in astonishment. This man... it felt almost sacrilegious for someone so regal-looking to ply the trade of intimacy. She'd seen princes before, but his countenance transcended royalty; it was princely allure refined to perfection. Her heart throbbed within her chest, not in fear, but in response to an inexplicable surge of emotions. What was this feeling? Nerves, perhaps, yet it seemed to diverge from the typical flutters of apprehension. A warmth crept over her body, casting a crimson hue over her entire being, reminiscent of a sun-kissed tomato.
"Uh!? Uh... Ah..." she tried to articulate something, but her words emerged incoherent.
The man, with his piercing red eyes, suggested, "Shall we move to the bed?"
"Ah... Y-Yes. Okay!" Eleanor responded, her heart's rapid cadence refusing to relent, a persistent echo in the background. It felt as though it might burst within her chest as she gingerly settled onto the bed.
"Uh... Madam, you've requested three services: Blowjob, sex, and anal. Which one... would you like to commence with?"
The man settled down beside her, and it was in that moment that Eleanor realized a crucial detail. Her gaze, fixated on his face, had failed to notice that he was already in a state of undress. Her eyes traveled downward, reaching the area where the erect member awaited her attention. Shock rippled through her as she beheld its towering presence, akin to a mystical tree defiant against any tempest. The head, crowned with a singular eye, seemed to fixate on her like a ravenous beast. What further astonished her was the sheer enormity of what lay before her, surpassing even Selestine's size and dwarfing the Emberfill she had once used. It stood majestically, a monument to desire.
"Wawawawawawa!"
The blood surged to her face, transforming it into a shade of red that threatened to match the imminent burst of a tomato. Steam even seemed to emanate from her flushed visage.
"Madam?" The man queried innocently, perplexed by her reaction.
With those words, Eleanor's eyes rolled back, and a stream of blood spurted forth from her nose. Before she could comprehend it, consciousness abandoned her, and she descended into unconsciousness.