Chapter 115 - The Woman Named Beth (1/2)

Tall, and black hair tied in a bun. The woman's skin wasn't as fair as her own, but there was something about the woman's standard skin color that seemed different. She gives off a natural glow.

'I want to be like this woman,' no matter what anybody else says. For Lyn, this is one thing she is sure about. Lyn leaned on the railing of the second floor and continued to watch Beth for a bit. It should be okay to tell her, right? What else could go wrong?

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”Princess Lyn, please don't be ridiculous. I'm the last person you want to get involved with.”

So she resolved herself to tell the older woman this. She thought it would flatter the woman, who usually likes compliments. But instead, Beth seemed bothered, she placed her hand on her forehead, ”Why did you follow me out? You will get in trouble.”

”I'm just taking a walk, and I'm not alone.”

Indeed, the others gave her permission to walk around as long as she was with somebody trustworthy.

Beth deeply sighed, ”Honestly, I don't understand you at all. I mean, sure I get where you are coming from. But even if it isn't me, you'll eventually find somebody as a female role model. One day you'll meet somebody you aspire to be like.”

”How about you? Do you have somebody like that?” her question must have caught Beth of guard, since the girl paused before nodding, ”Rhys?” it was just a guess on her side. But when Lyn saw the girl turn red, she blinked.

”I know what you're thinking. Why do I want to be like that lowly man of all people? That man who discard women and treat them as a source of information rather than human.”

Source of information? Now that Beth mentions it. Rhys always mentions how he gets 'information,' from the girl's he sleeps around with. Is that why he does it? To obtain information? But aren't there other ways to gather that?

Beth must have read her thoughts since she quickly explained. ”Those girls deal with loads of different people daily. You don't have to worry about who is on whose side since people come to those places to relax.”

”Ah, you mean..”

”Yes, those serving girls are on neither side. They are simply workers in the establishment, and people who come there are their customers. Those customers know that the workers are neutral, and that's why it's easy for them to let their guards down.”

”But, is it that easy?” Lyn protested, ”Surely, there are some officials who are more cautious?”

”That's true, but that's when they use special service girls.”

”Special?”

”Yeah like---,” Beth suddenly shook her head, ”It would be better if I don't tell you.”

Eh, eh? What?

”Prin-, no Lady Lyn. Do you understand what brothels, what the red light district is?”

Lyn looked down, ”I know that much, it's a place where women provide men services, and the same goes vice versa.”

”Indeed,” Beth trailed off, ”But, ahem, do you understand what those services are?”

”Um...”

”It's s.e.x.u.a.l ones.”