Here's the translated and revised chapter from Aliya's point of view. Let me know if you'd like any additional adjustments!
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[Aliya's POV]
It's been five days since I started working at this entertainment establishment.
Before this, Umaya and I were bought by the wealthy young noble who owns this place. At first, I thought my fate would be the same as before—serving as a woman meant to satisfy men's desires, just like at my previous place.
But this place is different. Here, the entertainers wear fake animal ears and tails, giving the venue a unique twist.
Our job is to welcome guests, chat with them, and listen to their stories.
Of course, adult services are available too. However, it's entirely up to each woman to decide if she wants to provide them. If she agrees, guests can arrange for private services, and there are rooms for such things here.
Despite the presence of many drunk men, this place is quite safe, with minimal incidents or fights. That's thanks to the strong men guarding this establishment.
Umaya is among them, though she's still in training before starting officially. Honestly, I feel content working here.
It's the first time I've worked without pressure or unreasonable demands.
"Your name's Aliya, right?"
A man gestures to chat with me.
"Yes, sir. Is there something I can assist you with?" I reply with a smile.
"Oh, what did I say? Isn't her smile like that of an angel?"
"You're right; it looks like Rihanna might have a new rival as the most beautiful entertainer in the capital!"
Their overly enthusiastic praise makes me chuckle a little. They're kind men—though maybe not that kind.
I often catch them stealing glances at my curves with a lustful gaze. I'm not uncomfortable; on the contrary, I'm used to men looking at me this way.
They admire my figure, thrilled whenever I move my body in a teasing way.
Madam Khalissa told me I have the perfect body for a dancer. My chest is just the right size, my figure gracefully curved, and my warm brown skin draws men's eyes.
I think so too.
My mother was a wife to a Sultan, trained in dancing to entertain him both in leisure and in intimacy. That's why she taught me some dances—to entice high-ranking nobles and secure a comfortable life.
But I hold a different view than my mother.
I want a partner who loves me genuinely, not for wealth or status, someone who doesn't look down on me for my profession and treats me with respect.
But I suppose that's just a dream, isn't it? After all, who would want someone like me as their lifelong companion?
"Aliya, come here."
Hearing my name called, I turn and see Madam Khalissa gesturing for me to approach her.
"What is it, Madam?" I ask, walking toward her.
"Boss Raul is here to check in on the establishment," she says, smiling. "Go and give him your finest service."
Hearing Madam's words makes me a bit anxious. Will I have to use my body for that nobleman again?
"Don't worry; he's young," Madam Khalissa reassures me. "They're usually quick and not as forceful. You'll find it easy to make him surrender to pleasure with your body."
Madam's right; young men are often hasty and lack stamina. Usually, they last only two or three rounds at most.
For the first, I'll use just my hands. If he still has energy after the first release, I'll move to my mouth. If he's still hanging on, I'll have to do whatever it takes to end it quickly.
"Understood, Madam. I'll attend to him right away."
I head toward the special room prepared for him, aware of the men's gazes as I walk past them.
Soon enough, I arrive at the door of the room where the Young Master awaits.
-Knock! Knock! Knock!
I knock on the door, but there's no response.
"Young Master?"
I call out, but still no reply.
Summoning my courage, I open the door. I see a young man with black hair in an academy uniform, fast asleep on the sofa.
I close the door and approach him.
His sleeping face is so different from his usual demeanor. Gently, I begin to remove his uniform jacket to make him more comfortable.
Once it's off, he's left wearing only a white shirt and his academy trousers.
I take a closer look at him.
From a distance, he seemed slight. But up close, his muscles are well-defined, showing impressive strength with minimal body fat.
His body glistens with sweat.
I take a handkerchief to wipe his forehead, hoping to help him rest more comfortably. Just as I begin, he stirs awake, startling me, and I lose my balance.
The Young Master catches my hand, preventing me from falling. Our faces are close; I can see the deep black of his eyes, like the night sky. His breath tickles my neck, making me shiver.
I hear him swallow before he turns his face away.
"Apologies, I must have dozed off," he says softly. "I'm quite exhausted after returning from a long journey and a month-long exam."
Is that so? No wonder he's asleep and drenched in sweat.
As his grip on my hand loosens, I steady myself and take a step back to give him space.
"How are you finding your work here, Aliya?" he asks.
"I prefer this place to where I was before," I answer honestly.
My colleagues are kinder, and Madam Khalissa genuinely cares for the women working here.
"I'm glad to hear that," he says, smiling. "Aliya, could you get me a glass of water?"
"Of course, Young Master."
I walk over to a table, pour some water into a glass, and bring it to him.
Why does he speak to me like this? Is he really a noble?
Typically, nobles speak harshly to entertainers, seeing us as beneath them. But the Young Master addresses me with respect, as though we're equals.
His gaze holds no hint of desire.
"Young Master, why do you speak to me so formally?" I ask, handing him the glass. "I'm just a lowly entertainer, unworthy of such treatment."
I'm simply curious.
"How could I be rude to a Princess of Kuwalid?"
Clang!
The glass shatters on the floor as his words sink in.
"W-what do you mean by Princess? That's far too flattering, Young Master," I lie, trying to mask my surprise.
"You can't fool anyone with a reaction like that, Princess Aliya," he says, pointing to the shards of glass at my feet.
"What do you want? How did you know my true identity?" I ask coldly, abandoning my polite tone.
The black-haired man stands and steps closer.
"It doesn't matter how I found out about you and your sister."
He remains expressionless, giving me no hint of his intentions.
"It's truly a shame to see a Princess of a nation selling herself just to survive in this small, sordid place."
His words stoke my anger, and I clench my fists, trying to hold it in.
"Aren't you ashamed? Wasting your life here while the people who hurt you live lavishly out there."
Deep down, I want to destroy them, to brutally eliminate every descendant, as they did to me.
"Weak, cowardly, and foolish."
At his sharp words, my reflexes take over, and I attempt to slap him, but he catches my wrist.
He steps closer, and our faces are inches apart, eyes locked.
"Even if I wanted revenge, I have no strength to achieve it," I say weakly, lowering my gaze. Tears fall onto the floor as they slip down my cheeks.
"How could I possibly defeat those who control a kingdom … I only have my sister … There's no way we could fight them …"
He's not wrong; I'm truly pathetic.
"I don't even have a weapon to strike them down …"
I'm a useless woman, awaiting death and selling my dignity for nothing.
Mother … Father … Brother … Everyone … Forgive me … Forgive your foolish daughter and sister …
I'm so worthless …
But as I beg forgiveness, he lifts my face.
He touches my chin and meets my eyes. Leaning in close, our bodies brush against each other.
"You do have a weapon to destroy them, Princess Aliya," he whispers in my ear.
"....!"
His hand moves to my thigh, gently stroking it.
"This tempting body of yours is your weapon …"
His breath in my ear sends shivers through me. My legs press together as I'm swept up by his touch on my thigh.
He looks at me, then caresses my cheek.
"This captivating face of yours is also one of your weapons."
A sudden warmth spreads through me; I've never felt this way under a man's touch.
With his handsome, strong face, his muscular build, and his entrancing voice … why do I feel so stirred?
"Join my organization as an assassin," he says, stepping back.
Ahhh … I miss the pleasure already.
"You'll use your body to lure enemies and kill them swiftly."
My body is my weapon …?
"Charm them with your beauty, then poison their drinks."
Ahhh … I understand now …
"Are you willing to follow me? In return, I will help you to avenge you and your family," he said as he extended his hand to me.
Is this for real? I have a chance to avenge myself?
I took his hand, then said, "I will follow you even if hell becomes your destination, Young Master."
Hearing my words, the man smiled proudly.
Finally... I found a purpose in life...
Father...
Mother...
Brother...
Everyone...
Just wait, I will avenge our family and wipe out the entire family of the enemies who have made us suffer.