When Sevastian and Rohan stepped into the brothel, a heavy scent of perfume and incense filled their senses. The room was dimly lit by ornate chandeliers, casting soft, flickering shadows over plush velvet chairs and silk-draped curtains. A sultry melody played faintly in the background, heightening the intimate atmosphere. The walls, painted deep red and gold, were adorned with decadent paintings and large mirrors, reflecting glimpses of lounging figures in provocative attire.
A woman with dark, kohl-lined eyes greeted them with a knowing smile, her voice soft and inviting as she gestured towards her study. "Welcome Sir Sevastian and Rohan. It is a pleasure having you here. What type of ladies are looking for today?" Her wide eyes watched them.
"We are looking for a lady, but not in that sort of way. Do you have any new worker here?" Rohan questioned.
The woman narrowed her eyes at them. "No I don't, the last girl joined a few months ago. Is there a problem?"
"Certainly not, we are looking for someone, a red hair Lillian, do you know anyone by that name?" Sevastian asked, watching the woman trail her long fingers on the table.
"Unfortunately Sir, I know nobody with that name. I have a lot of red hair girls. So, it is really hard to tell which one you speak of." The woman replied.
"The Lillian we seek for has a tattoo on her wrist. Does that ring any bells?" Sevastian pushed further.
"No it doesn't, my girls are not meant to have tattoos and if they do, it must not be visible. I do not think the girl you seek for is here." She stated.
"Could you let us take a look around? Try to see if we can find her ourselves." Rohan asked, watching as the woman pressed her lips in a thin line. She was definitely hesitant about letting them see the girls.
"We would be discreet and not cause a scene." Sevastian added, trying to convince her to allow them in.
"Very well then, you can only be here for a few minutes. In thirty minutes time, the brothel opens and customers would soon begin rushing in." The woman stated, rubbing her pale hands together.
"Thank you for your kindness, what is your name?" Rohan flashed a charming smile.
"Francesca, I am the Madam of this brothel." Francesca announced proudly.
"Thanks for your kindness Madam Francesca, you look quite young for a Madam." Rohan teased in a sultry voice, making the woman blush.
"Do not flatter me Sir Rohan, I know I do not look that young." She said with the wave of her hand.
"I am quite serious, you do." Rohan chuckled lightly, enjoying the conversation with the Madam.
"Thank you for your kind words Sir Rohan, I have to attend to something important. I will leave you to your business, just walk down that hallway to the parlor, that is where they all rest until evening." She pointing to the hallway, before swaying her hips as she walked away.
"You see Sev, you will get things easier if you just learn to use your tongue properly." Rohan nudged Sevastian with his shoulder.
"Thank you for the advice, but I will pass." Sevastian replied curtly. He narrowed his eyes finding it hard to see anything in the poorly lit hallway. How do people enjoy this darkness? He questioned himself.
"I must remind you Sev, if you want to get answers from this ladies, you have to appear soft and friendly. Tone down your aura and relax," Rohan advised, rolling his shoulders, then letting out a deep breath. "Do the same thing I did, it will help you relax your stiff muscles." He added.
"Ro, we do not have time for this. How about this? Why don't you talk to them, since you are the charming one? I will be over here, observing which I am perfectly fine with." Sevastian replied, his tone dry.
"It is good to hear you finally admit that I am the charming one. We would do it that way, if that is what you want." Rohan replied, strolling nonchalantly.
As they approached the parlour, the two men exchanged hesitant glances, feeling the palpable tension and allure that permeated the space. Around them, soft laughter and whispered conversations could be heard, mingling with the clinking of glasses.
As they moved deeper inside, they noticed several doors leading to private rooms, each veiled in shadows. All eyes were on them as they walked into the parlor. The light in the room glowed brighter, making Sevastian see better and he was grateful for that. Some of the ladies were seated, while others were busy walking around, perhaps keeping things in order.
They all wore deep red dresses that was completely transparent, keeping nothing to the imagination. Some of the ladies had their sleeves slipping down their shoulders revealing a good amount of skin and their round pointy breasts.
"Good evening ladies." Rohan greeted in a deep voice, heading deeper into the parlor. Some of the ladies were eager to move close to him.
"I am looking for someone, a red hair. She calls herself Lillian. Do you know her?" Rohan smiled at a woman who hand her hand on his shoulder.
"Lillian? I do not know any Lillian." She replied, caressing his shoulder gently.
"How unfortunate. What about you? Do you know any Lillian dear?" Rohan turned to another woman who stood close to him.
"Perhaps, can you tell me what she looks like?" The woman asked.
"Red hair, Average height. Has a scar on her neck, a tattoo on her wrist." Rohan explained, keeping his eyes on the woman.
"Hmm. A tattoo on the wrist sounds familiar, I think I might know who she might be." The woman flashed him a dimpled smile.
Rohan pulled away from the woman who had her hand on him, turning his full attention to the one who had what he wanted. "Do you speak the truth, dear?"
"I would never lie to you." She replied moving closer to him, flattening her hands on his chest.
"Tell me all that you know." Rohan ordered, keeping his voice smooth and calm.
"What will you do for me if I tell you, sweet Sir?" She whispered against his ear, her strong perfume filling his nose almost choking him.
Sevastian was not spared from the attention of the women, even standing quietly by the entrance, a few of them noticed him and before he knew it, five of them had surrounded him. Their hands moving over his body.