Chapter 440 - Village of Earn [5] (1/2)
'Vil's Brothel,' wrote itself across a neon-sign. A place for the desolate and a place for those in want of forgetting their lives. Similar to liquor, humans alike would fall to the three vices: greed, l.u.s.t, and power. L.u.s.t of wanting corporal pleasures could be found at places like these. No discrimination on gender, anyone with the right amount could have anything desired (as twisted as it might be) money bought all.
”Hey, you look nice, come in, come in, I'll give you a special discount,” said a lady backed by four others. They eyed those passing, bystanders who but fixed the ground and shuffled along.
”Look at this one,” said a lady wearing a skimpy red dress. Her upper half was without undergarments for the b.r.e.a.s.ts were visible through the thin fabric.
”Are you new around here,” said another licking her lips, ”-come, I'll give you a discount.”
”Would you do me a favor?” approached the man with white-crimson hair. The emotionless eyes landed upon the lady in red, her mouth unwillingly opened.
”You're hot,” said she trying to touch his chest.
”Please,” he held her hand, ”-would you do me a favor?”
”Anything you want,” she winked, ”-come on, follow me,” tugging on his hands, they quickly climbed the stairs beside which laid couches and tables. The place filled at a steady pace – the ladies found customers in haste.
”Do anything you want,” she jumped onto the bed, ”-I'll undress, or do you want the honors?”
”I want to get violent,” said he cracking the knuckles, ”-you said anything I want.”
”Violent huh,” she pulled herself against the back of the bed, ”-give me a moment.” A drawer opened to show pills and injections, ”-I'll take one of these. I don't like pain; this will channel it into pleasure.”
”Wait,” he held the tablet, ”-is this the drug sold by the DG?”
”Yeah, it's the new pills everyone's been talking about…”
”Then it's done,” he grabbed the lot, ”-what's your name?”
”Suzanne…” her eyes narrowed, ”-what are you doing?”
”Sorry Lady Suzanne,” he bowed in courtesy, ”-I came here with the intent of deceit.”
”No rough play then?” she sighed to hide her face in the pillow, the frizzled hair gathered around the left side.
”No…” said with an inviting tone, ”-are you interested in selling?”
”Selling what?” her head rose, ”-I'm already selling my body, what more does a girl need to sell?”
”Nothing corporal, I wish to buy… information.”
”Information. Go on, I'm listening.”
”Firstly, could you put on some better garments. In no way is it insulting, I just wish to speak to you as a normal person, not a lady of pleasure.”
”Is that right?” she scampered to a broken-down cupboard, ”-you're the first man to tell a lady to dress up as opposed to going ham.”
”I do my best to respect people who are working hard. There's no shame in what you do. Actually, it takes a lot of strength to choose or be forced into this lifestyle,” said he in earnest.
”Oh…” she returned with a proper dress, ”-don't know what to say. I'm so used to people shouting insults and spitting. You're not from here, are you?”
”No,” he smiled, ”-I come from a faraway continent.”
”So, what do you want to buy?” asked she with her legs crossed.
”Information.”
”About what?”
”About the happenings of this brothel. I heard the sellers of DG come here regularly. Anything you can tell will be of great help.”
”Oh, well, we don't ask questions. Whatever happens in here, stays in here – we don't know one another in the outside world. Tis the harsh reality,” her chirpiness changed into one normal and vaguely serious.
”I see,” he took out the pills, ”-how much do you charge for a night?”
”Depends on what you want. Ranges from 4 to 10 Exa.”
”Is that it?” asked he stunned by the cheapness.
”What do you mean, 4 Exa is plenty of money to live here,” her tongue clicked.
”Are you bound by the brothel, sold by parents or lover, even a slave-trader, what's your story?”
”You're starting to piss me off,” her brows firmed onto her words, ”-I was taken since my fiancé couldn't repay his loan. I told him to not make a deal with the underground, '-we'll make the money back easily,' he said, what a fool.”
”How much of a long did he take?”
”More questions?” she stared at the ceiling with a '-back off,' type of sentiment.
”Heed me well Suzanne, if you answer my questions, there might be more waiting at the end of the conversation.”
”And what does that mean?” the visage contoured in a way to show disgust similar to how a child would react after sniffing excrement or things of bad scent.
”You'll understand later.”
”Fine,” she gave into the man's will, ”-I'll tell you what you want. The debt I have to repay is 1000 Exa. It's a fortune for a small lady like me in a less than profitable village. In my five months of doing this job, I managed to chip away at only 40 Exa.”
”What of Vil, is he the owner of this brothel?”
”Yeah, a member of the people who resell the pills.”
”Good,” he stood, ”-shall we go meet with Vil right away?”
”W-what do you mean to meet with Vil?”
”Here,” he threw a 50 Exa note, ”-consider yourself booked for the night. Now, tell me where Vil is.”
”5-50 Exa,” her hands trembled, ”-don't disrespect money like that.”
”Shut it,” the door slammed open, ”-take me there right away.”
”So much for respect,” mumbled she stepping out of the chambers.
Down the stairs and onto the ground floor, the ladies and men were busy enjoying one another's company. Neon lighting strained the eyes; heavy make-up and puppet-like stares on those who danced. Farther inside, they came across another staircase leading to a bas.e.m.e.nt. Two guards presided over with arms crossed.
”No entry from here, little lady,” said one of the guards.
”The end of the line,” said she turning to Staxius, ”-let's go back.”
”No,” *Smack,* a singular punch dropped both onto the ground.
”WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR!”
”Shut up and follow,” said he with a merciless gaze.
*Click,* ”Ay, come on, I said not to allow anyone inside yet,” voiced a man holding down a nude-teenager with his mouth gagged by undergarments. A video-camera filmed the tragic scene over a luxurious white couch.