97 Proprietress (1/2)

As soon as they entered the building, they saw women who had applied thick rouge on their lips and cheeks, some of them dressed in imagination provoking clothes and some of them in the traditional everyday attire.

Off to the sides, were seating areas with tables and chairs placed in clusters and many men could be seen enjoying food and wine while talking to each other. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

In the centre of the hall was a raised platform akin to a stage on which a few musicians we're playing instruments while some other ladies danced to the tune.

Their dance moves were akin to butterflies fluttering from one flower to another - the movements so light and being able to whet and arouse the appetites of all the customers in the room.

A bit further away was a staircase that led to a row of rooms that were visible from the entrance of the establishment itself.

It could be inferred that they were the private rooms and they seemed to be divided into two types - the ones on the right had their doors tightly shut with sentry guards or servants staying outside the doors as if trying to guard their masters. It was clear that these rooms were rented for pleasure.

The other rooms had occupants and servants going in and out with food and wine. These rooms must be used to conduct business.

Before they could do more than take a few steps inside, the proprietress of the 'Drunken Flower' noticed the fresh mean that had entered her establishment.

Her face lit up in smiles as she walked towards them. Her lips stretched to the maximum, her eyes squinted into slits and the corner of her eyes wrinkled.

The smile looked exactly like a big bad wolf trying to lure an unsuspecting girl into his lair.

When she saw how beautiful the four of them looked and that only one of them had a guarded look on his face while looking around the place.

Their supple skin and glowing eyes added an allure which was even absent in the best girls she could provide for the gentlemen who frequented her place.

These were pampered young masters who were new to the Imperial Capital because otherwise, she would have some gossip about such beauties.

She couldn't help but think, how wonderful it would have been if the dynasty's rules allowed for male catamites openly.

In such a situation, she could have simply used fair or foul means to make sure the quartet wouldn't leave her building once they had stepped a foot inside.

While her mind was whirring with ideas, her face was wreathed in smiles, ”Aiya! Welcome, welcome, Young Masters. It is an honour to have you grave my humble establishment with your presence.”

When she looked at the lily white skin of the youngest two members of the group and the muscled arms of the other two, she couldn't help but want to get a feel of that tender skin which looked like it had been taken care of diligently since birth.

She wanted to see if the middle one who shone like a beacon of light in his white-coloured robes had the softest of skins that could squeeze water at a mere touch.

She slyly raised her hands to have a feel of that skin but before her hands could reach their intended target, they were held in a bruising, vice-like grip by the dour-faced fourth man who had been looking around at the windows and exits of her place as the quartet had entered.

She realised that the man didn't seem to be a soft kitty who could be death easily.