The two were standing before a four-storey building that was quite tall and wide. It was dimly lit but based on the shadows behind the windows, it was quite obvious it was crowded inside. The lines and lines of men standing outside, waiting for entry, were proof enough that this building was surely the hotspot of this town.
"Will we be able to get in tonight?" Asher asked, seeing how so many excited demons were eagerly waiting to get in. He had never seen such kind of a crowd for businesses like this one.
"Of course, I have a special pass, thanks to being affiliated with House Thorne. With this pass, I can bring in at least two other people with me. So don't worry about it. Follow me," Darren said with a smirk as he flashed a silver card at Asher.
"Nice," Asher commented and asked, "What's so special about this place to even garner so much attention from nobles?" Asher couldn't understand what was so special about brothels. Weren't they all the same? He had never entered one, but he was sure he had never seen a brothel as popular as this back on Earth. As a popular Hunter, many Hunters used him to get entry into extravagant places to sleep with women with expensive honeypots, though he never touched any one of them despite countless advances to the point they were willing to do it for free.
He let them use his name since he wanted to be nice to his fellow Hunters. He only stopped when Aira found out and scolded the others to stop using him. Thinking about it now, he can't believe how pathetic he was back then.
Daren had a blinking expression as he stopped walking, feeling shocked and wondering if he was seriously asking such a question.
Asher saw the strange look he was giving him and shrugged, "What? Isn't what I asked a natural question? Nobles like us can get women whenever we want, right?" Asher knew for influential men, women were the last thing they wouldn't get.
Darren then realized that Asher had only woken up a month ago and decided to enlighten him, "Brother Lagoo, this isn't like any 2nd rate brothel you might see elsewhere. This is the top of the line place, which is more than just a brothel. Since this place mostly caters to an exclusive clientele, they only have high-class and beautiful pearls trained to be succubi. And not just ordinary succubi...these women are well trained in other arts as well, such as music, dance, poetry, and so on. They know how to fulfill a variety of pleasures and desires we men hold, some of which we may not even know yet."
Based on the excited glow in Darren's eyes, Asher could see that he was not exaggerating, but this place must be that good.
"They also entertain all forms of pleasure, from the traditional ones to the forbidden ones," Darren's eyes glowed with a certain fervor as he added, "This is the place where even one's wildest desires can be fulfilled. Once you enter, you may not even feel like leaving at all. In fact, nobody would leave if not for how expensive and the certain rules they have."
The more Asher heard Darren passionately describe this place, the more he felt that he might find what he was looking for in this place.
"Rules? This place has them? Can people from House Thorne break them?" Asher asked with a narrowed gaze.
"Well, for the ordinary nobles, there are rules...As for those with great power like Edmund Thorne, they can bend these rules, but they can't break all of them since it would set a bad precedent, and the best women may not stay here anymore, which would, in turn, bring down the business. This is why this place thrives so much...both the clients and the pearls satisfy and make each other feel fulfilled."
Asher gave a knowing smile as he said, "Then let's go and see what the Honeyed Pearls has to offer, shall we?"
Darren nodded with a smile as the two made their way through the thick queues, and finally, Darren flashed his golden pass at the bulky guards standing outside.
Asher observed these guards and could see that they were powerful minotaurs clad in thick armor. Their sheer size was enough to discourage any demons looking to cause trouble.
Minotaurs may look wild, but they were High-Class demons known for their defense and attack power. An army or a legion of guards would never be considered to be complete without at least one of them.
He already saw before how one low-class drunk demon tried to get past them, but one of these guards kicked him so hard he literally exploded. But nobody paid any mind as if they had seen these things already.
However, the moment they saw Darren, they briefly bowed their heads and skeptically looked at the young man behind him, whom they couldn't recognize. This man's clothes were neat, and his appearance well-kept, though he didn't seem to be coming from any noble family they knew. His skin was bronze, and he had dark golden hair. They recognized what race he was, and surely his race mostly consisted of small groups of lone warriors who had mastery over flames.
"Don't worry about my friend. He is just accompanying me," Darren said with a brief smile, making the guards look at each other before giving way to let the two enter.
As Asher entered the most hyped and luxurious brothel he had ever seen, he was greeted by a grand entrance that was quite a contrast to the boring entrance he just came through. This entrance was a large door made of dark, polished wood, ornately carved with twisted, demonic figures.
The door was flanked by two large, seductive statues of succubi with a faint purple light flickering in their eyes.
Right as the two reached the door, it opened on its own, and Asher found himself in a large, opulent foyer with a high ceiling adorned with intricate frescoes depicting scenes of demonic debauchery, but in a very elegant manner to the point, it could make one feel enlightened by just looking at them.
But what swayed his attention was the scene of chaos and excitement of the crowd of men inside. Beyond the foyer, there was a large hall crowded with demons of all kinds of races, mostly ones with noble blood in their veins. Some had horns, some had wings, and others with tails. All of them were dressed in the best and most luxurious garments as if they wanted to impress certain people here.
However, the sight that would enrapture any man was the number of succubi of all shapes and sizes, laughing, chatting, and clinking glasses with these demons by sitting beside them and entertaining them.
Every single one of these succubi was beautiful and alluring. Some of them were dancing, while others were entertaining their patrons with a variety of arts they had painstakingly learned.
All of these women were dressed in revealing and provocative clothing, their eyes lined with kohl and their lips painted red. Just looking at them can make any ordinary man feel pumped up down there. And since these succubi consisted of women from different races, it also allowed these men to have a lot of choices to pick from based on their tastes.
Asher could see Darren trying his best to maintain his bearings, especially because he was standing beside him. It seemed like he didn't want to come off like a crude person before him.
Asher chuckled, seeing him try hard, and said with a lighthearted laugh, "Relax. We are here to enjoy in an unofficial capacity. No need to hold your breath,"
Darren awkwardly chuckled and relaxed, realizing that maybe he was overthinking things, feeling that the royal consort was good company.
But both of them had their attention directed towards the two succubi approaching them, their hips swaying and their eyes sparkling with sensual promise.
Both of them were dressed in a way that gave off an erotic air while maintaining a certain elegance that would make anyone feel like they were not some cheap brothel girls.
The two women opened their lovely lips at the same time while looking at the two young men before them, "Welcome to paradise, masters. Please let us show you around and introduce you to the various rooms and services available. We have the most skilled and sought-after succubi in the realm, masters. Allow us to fulfill your wildest fantasies, and we promise you two won't leave this place without a satisfied smile," The inviting words of these two men were so eloquently put, no man would feel like refusing them.
? Asher had to admit that the brothel girls here were the best he had ever seen. No human brothel can train women to look and speak so elegantly yet appear sexy enough to tempt the hearts of men without looking as if they were trying hard.
He now understood why Darren seemed so excited, just like any other man here. Even he felt curious about how they would make these fantasies come true. But thanks to his self-control, he knew all these things could wait till he accomplished what he came here for.
"Ladies, we would be happy to, but for now, I plan to show around my friend myself since he is quite new to all this. Hope you two will understand," Darren said with a courteous smile, though it seemed like he was having a hard time maintaining his bearings before such lovely beauties.
The two women didn't have their expressions change, but instead, they said while maintaining their alluring smiles, "Of course, masters. We understand, and if we may, we suggest both of you to please enter the main hall. Tonight the brightest and most beautiful pearl of our humble establishment is going to entertain everyone with her artistry for a short while. It is fate indeed that both of you reached at the most opportune time," Saying so, the two women began to lead these two men towards the hall.
Asher raised one of his brows, wondering what kind of pearl this was for them to hype about it.
"Hell...I can't believe she is going to make an appearance again," Darren mumbled with an awestruck look as he walked with a dazed expression. It seemed as if he came upon a pleasant surprise he least expected today.
Asher felt curious seeing Darren's reaction. How good must this 'pearl' be for him to have such an exaggerated reaction?
However, the moment he stepped into the hall, he furrowed his brows upon spotting two men right away...Oberon Drake and Edmund Thorne, sitting together.
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