Chapter 96: 32. Pink Pavilion
The carriage swayed as it moved, inside sat a Nali gentleman with slicked-back golden hair, and opposite him was a rugged man who looked very masculine and appeared to be from Shivali.
“Oh my, to be honest, you are no different from those Shivali people who secretly visited Nali recently, and you might even be more representative than them.”
Trandal stroked his chin and commented on Fisher’s attire.
“Have the people from Shivali already arrived?”
Fisher was not surprised by this, as there were rumors that Shivali would officially send a delegation this month or next, though it was unclear under what pretense. But once they sent an official delegation, it would indicate that Nali and Shivali had already reached a private agreement, and the official visit was merely a sign of successful negotiations.
Before this, whether it was Elizabeth’s private visit to Shivali or the current secret visit of Shivali’s people to Nali, it was all part of official negotiations, but most people didn’t know that.
“Yeah, I’ve seen several discussions with our party members, including the Griffin Party. But I don’t know exactly how many have come. I heard our party whip even took a Shivali lady to dinner at Heimanba Palace.”
“I see.”
Fisher stroked his chin and decided to play along, saying to Trandal,
“Alright, this time I’ll play the role of a guest from Shivali, and you’ll be the one responsible for discussions with me and also act as my guide, a new party member who will take me around for fun. This way, it won’t be easy to be discovered.”
Since Shivali’s visit was secretive, even if someone noticed Shivali people coming to the Pink Pavilion, it couldn’t be used as evidence against anything, as both Nali and Shivali would vehemently deny any prior visits to each other’s countries. After all, the ethnicities were the same – what could you do if they claimed otherwise.
This conveniently aided Fisher’s plan, and the reasoning was utterly legitimate.
Trandal nodded, agreeing with a smile,
“Leave it to me. By the way, what exactly are you doing at the Pink Pavilion?”
“Looking for someone.”
“Oh, I won’t pry further. But I’ll remind you that not all the ladies at the Pink Pavilion are truly ladies; they only act that way at night. During the day, they’re all cold-blooded vampires who wouldn’t blink while killing!”
“You’d better remind yourself of that.”
“Hey, I’m a professional vampire hunter, bang bang!”
He jokingly pointed his finger like a gun, and Fisher glanced at his face, now gaunt from the vampires’ drain, shaking his head. He figured he might need to remind him later that it was probably a struggle for him even to use the toilet after this.
The Pink Pavilion was located in the center of Natown Street, a newly planned commercial street in Saint Nali. The sale of houses for shop usage had tax exemptions and loan policies, a strategy by the New Party to boost the city’s economy, but it led to the emergence of establishments like the Pink Pavilion.
The structure of the Pink Pavilion was overall milky white, and it was called the Pink Pavilion because at night it radiated a soft pink glow. This light could easily spread far when reflecting off smoke from drugs and cigarettes, hence the name.
The Pink Pavilion only turned on its lights at night, but that didn’t mean they only opened then; in fact, they operated all day long. Some wealthy merchants might stay inside for several days, enjoying a debauched atmosphere.
As Trandal approached the area, his steps lightened considerably, leading Fisher, who was constantly observing the surroundings, to hurry along.
Unlike other brothels, there were no women outside; only two young maidens with pleasing appearances and smiles stood at the entrance.
Upon seeing Trandal approach, they bowed in greeting, their attire appearing modest, yet as they bent to greet him, they seemingly revealed soft contours, and a faint scent of femininity wafted through, making Trandal, who was already a bit impatient, feel slightly giddy.
“Ah, Mr. Trandal. My, how early you are! It’s only noon, and Miss Lisa has just woken up…”
The two girls teased, but they opened the door behind them, and Trandal didn’t refuse, boldly saying,
“I have an esteemed guest today; this is Mr. Andrew, you must take good care of him.”
“Oh my, what a charming gentleman. We understand, please come this way; we have a quiet place where you won’t be disturbed.”
After assessing Fisher, the two girls smiled and waved to him, winking.
The door swung open, revealing an elegantly and luxuriously decorated interior. If it weren’t for the faint scent of drugs in the air and the distant sound of a girl’s moans, Fisher might have thought he had entered a theater or a high-end restaurant.
Once inside, Fisher noticed many resting places along the corridor, resembling lounge chairs. At that moment, girls were either reclining or sitting, all watching them. On the second floor, many ladies gazed down.
There were ladies from Shivali, Nali, and even from the Southern Continent and Northern Region. Here, they showcased what appeared to be the cheapest ladies; as long as you took a fancy, you could summon one into a room.
Even the ladies at the entrance were strikingly beautiful, exhibiting various styles—wild, delicate, generous, gentle—everything one could wish for. Some ladies lit a cigarette and beckoned Fisher with their fingers, effortlessly igniting masculine desires.
Fisher averted his gaze, obediently playing the part of a “guest from Shivali.” His acting was commendable; upon close observation, one could see his gaze lingered on the ladies’ marvelous bodies, not having moved at all.
“How is it, Mr. Andrew? Does it suit your taste?”
Trandal winked at Fisher, who pondered briefly before getting noticeably “awkward” in Nali.
“Very nice, Mr. Trandal.”
“Glad to hear that. Hurry, call in more people.”
The two guiding ladies exchanged glances and waved to many of the women, who went to notify their supervisor. Once Fisher and the others were seated, they would bring suitable ladies to entertain them based on their requests.
Trandal had a special room here, spacious, with several independent soundproof chambers, as many gentlemen preferred to enjoy their time alone. He already comfortably sat in the large sofa in the center of the room, waving to the two girls,
“Cigarettes, fine wine, and ladies—no ‘immortal weeds,’ let’s get one of every kind.”
They laughed and agreed, taking the instrument used for extracting drugs from the room, likely going to notify the supervisor to prepare some items.
Before long, a server arrived with cigarettes and fine wine. Fisher glanced at the table; the items alone were quite valuable, and there were several bottles that were not locally produced—he wondered how they had procured them.
Then came the main course for the gentlemen.
Several pure and lovely ladies slowly pushed the door open, each exuding charm. Just as they stepped through, Fisher felt a delightful fragrance flood his brain. The ladies varied in style, from those heavily made up and mature to those delicate and young with light makeup.
They did not remain standing but gracefully settled onto the nearby sofas, their postures poised and generous, blurring the distance between genders. The gentlemen only needed to beckon for the warm fragrance to envelop them.
“Gentlemen, let us serve you today.”
“Ah, Mr. Trandal, you’re quite the rogue; last week you left me with quite a backache.”
Surrounded by such a fragrant atmosphere, Trandal quickly became light-headed, the power of language helping him forget his slightly weakened state.
The ladies had said so, so he believed he was really strong!
The ladies beside Fisher did not immediately engage with him as they had with Trandal, as they sensed he was a new guest. Some gentlemen still maintained a certain reserve, so the ladies’ task was to help them naturally shed their modesty and unleash their primal instincts.
Gradual seduction was what made gentlemen linger, instead of giving them an obvious wild impression; they wanted ultimate indulgence and an unshakable pleasure.
As Fisher surveyed his surroundings and contemplated stepping outside, the room’s door suddenly opened again, revealing a brown-haired girl examining the environment inside. Compared to the other alluring ladies, she seemed completely out of place, wearing a white shirt casually unbuttoned at the top, thinking this would appeal to the gentlemen.
The girl scanned the room and fixed her gaze on Fisher, her eyes lighting up slightly, but she awkwardly said,
“Sorry, I’m here to serve you.”
Hearing this, Trandal straightened up from his comfy spot to look at the girl in the different attire at the entrance, frowning.
“Can’t you be more professional? Is this how you come to work? You… ”
But nearby, Fisher looked at her, intrigued, raised his hand, and said in awkward Nali,
“Not at all, I very much like… this type.”
Trandal was momentarily surprised; even in a realm of softness, his acting was still decent. The earlier disgruntled expression he had shifted completely upon hearing the “guest” speak, and he smiled while beckoning the girl over.
“Alright then, come sit over there. But be careful not to mess up; this gentleman is no ordinary person, got it?”
The girl nodded and crossed over the ladies sitting beside, taking a seat next to Fisher. Several nearby ladies changed expressions and exchanged looks, but the young brown-haired girl chose to act as if she didn’t see them.
She slowly sat down beside Fisher. Instantly, the scent of Shivali cologne overwhelmed her; she felt a bit nauseous and wanted to cover her nose, but recalling that she needed to derive something from this Shivali man, she held back.
Feeling hopelessly awkward, she glanced around at the displeased ladies and clumsily opened a bottle of liquor from the table, pouring a glass for Fisher and saying,
“Please, drink.”
The ladies behind covered their faces, looking speechless, seemingly unable to bear the sight of this girl’s actions. But Fisher, noticing her demeanor, suddenly reached out, holding her hand that grasped the glass. After caressing the back of her hand, causing her face to flush, he finally took the glass and drank down the contents.
“The gentlemen from Shivali are indeed generous.”
The color in the brown-haired girl’s face faded slightly as she regarded Fisher’s generous profile and hesitated, then poured him another glass, saying, “It’s a pity that we rarely see such a masculine gentleman here, especially after the cold war between Nali and Shivali.”
“No need to… worry.”
Fisher seemed captivated by the girl before him. He silently squeezed her thigh, sensing her slightly unnatural physical reaction, while his peripheral vision compared her leg to a previously seen injured leg.
“We’ll be able to meet again soon.”
Hearing this, the ladies behind changed expressions, as they gleaned some political secrets from this Shivali gentleman, and such prying behavior was strictly forbidden in the Pink Pavilion!
Just as the brown-haired girl was about to speak again, the door swung open, revealing a beautiful woman in conservative Nali attire, her face cold as she gazed at the brown-haired girl sitting beside Fisher. Fisher sensed the girl’s body stiffen.
He turned to look at the woman at the door, feeling an involuntary attraction to her.
The reason was simple; the lady was extraordinarily beautiful—her skin, figure, and features were absolutely flawless, as if crafted by the Mother herself.
“Sister Anna.”
As the lady entered, all the ladies in the room greeted her, seemingly intimidated by her presence.
But the one referred to as “Anna” bowed to Trandal and Fisher, apologetically looking at the brown-haired girl beside Fisher,
“Sorry, gentlemen. This child does not understand the rules and dared to entice adults to speak of things unfit to discuss; that is indeed our fault.”
Fisher’s gaze shifted slightly; he had initially thought the Pink Pavilion gained intelligence by serving the New Party and the Griffin Party, but unexpectedly, this place was strictly regulated against such matters. Did the presence of the brown-haired girl, even to utter such a comment, get noticed? Or was it that someone outside alerted Anna that this girl had entered?
Anna coldly glanced at the girl beside Fisher; she lowered her head, preparing to stand, but Fisher subtly grasped her hand from behind, surprising her as she looked at him, then lightly pulled away from his grasp and walked to Anna’s side.
“I truly apologize; for this service, I’ll give you both a 50% discount. Please don’t mind this little incident, and please continue to enjoy. Excuse me.”
That extremely beautiful lady bowed again, leading the brown-haired girl out the door. Trandal had already been served until he was light-headed, while Fisher pretended everything was fine, holding the delicate lady’s hand beside him, all the while contemplating everything he had just witnessed.
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