Well… here I am again… sat in a brothel… surrounded by topless women and men in ridiculous underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination… I’m pretty sure one guy over there is literally just wearing a sock on it.

  But you know what. This is the new confident me. I am okay with this. I am not going to have a panic attack just because of nudity anymore. I am going to remain calm. I am not my birth father… I am my own man… I’m not going to lose control and I am not going to sit here and worry about stuff like that… because the new me has moved past all of that.

  I am however going to sit here and worry about this plan that we seem to be part of. I say we… I don’t actually have a role at this point. I’m just here in case anything goes wrong. Apparently filling the place with knights pretending to be off duty would be too suspicious.

  I should probably explain what is going on. Well… you know how Chloe has been searching for missing people? Well, the ones by Fort Bracken were written off as crocodile victims, and the ones in the city were written off as slave trade victims after the whole Vox incident. But Chloe believes that that doesn’t account for all of the missing people. She has been continuing to investigate and says that multiple missing persons were seen at Madame Laurent’s soon before going missing.

  Now… she isn’t sure if they are going missing whilst in here… or whether somebody is waiting outside and getting people as they leave… or whether this place is being used to select victims to target later. But she is confident that somebody in this place is involved.

  She could perform an all-round search of the premises… but she doesn’t want to alert whoever is doing this. She wants to follow them to wherever the people are being kept and hopefully rescue them if possible. And this is where Kiyui, Olly, and Dolly come in.

  Kiyui spoke to Madame Laurent and has temporarily come back as bar staff. He is going to search the bar and kitchen area, etc. While Olly and Dolly search the staff rooms out the back. Hopefully they’ll find something… because if not… that is when the… entertaining rooms will need to be searched.

  I’m currently sat at a side table waiting for Chloe to arrive. As far as the rest of the place is concerned, we are having a couple of days of drinking to honour our late friend Agaroth. Which… to be fair is a pretty good way to honour Agaroth… getting drunk and staring at breasts were very much his favourite pastimes. So, it is a pretty believable cover story.

  Kiyui has been watering down my ale so that I don’t get too drunk. For this to be believable I’m going to need to drink a fair amount… and I can’t afford to end up passed out in an alley like last time. That being said… I quite like the watered-down ale… it isn’t as bitter. I always felt like the ale here went a bit overboard with the gruit.

  You know… I am actually quite enjoying this. I am sat with an ale… enjoying the view… and yeah… it is nice to actually look at a pair of breasts without having a panic attack.

  There is a rather beautiful girl dancing on a table about ten metres to my left. Her breasts are significantly more ample than one would expect from somebody of her frame. Her nipples… they are a delightfully dark shade of pink… and they seem very perky. Kiyui once told me that the dancers often rub ice on their nipples before a performance because it makes them firm and causes them to stick out. I bet she’s done that… they can’t be that perky normally… can they?

  Chloe: “Enjoying the view?”

  Shit… when did she get here. I jumped and turned to face her. To my surprise, Tristan was with her. He waved.

  Dwynfel: “Oh… hi. Didn’t notice you arrive.”

  She sat down and laughed to herself.

  Chloe: “Yeah, I noticed. She’s definitely iced those nipples by the way.”

  Dwynfel: “You think so?”

  Chloe: “Couse she has. It’s bloody warm in here. No way they’d be like that otherwise.”

  She looked back at Tristan, who was stood by the table, looking unsure about what to do with himself.

  Chloe: Sit down for fuck’s sake, stop looking so nervous.”

  Tristan’s eyes widened… he nodded frantically and sat down. Kiyui sauntered over to our table bearing drinks. It has been a long time since I saw him in any of his work clothes. Not that there is much to them. He is wearing knee-high boots with suspenders, a very small black leather skirt and underneath the skirt he is wearing what I have been informed is called a thong. So yeah… not much.

  That being said… he is still wearing more than most of the male workers here. Except Jonty that is. At least he is dressed like a normal human being. I mean… he isn’t a prostitute or a dancer… he’s just the pot man… so it makes sense that he is dressed normally… but he’s the only one.

  Kiyui placed the drinks at the table and sat on my knee. He smiled that devious smile of his and addressed the table.

  Kiyui: “Bad news guys. Nothing in the kitchen, bar, or general communal areas.”

  Chloe: “Anybody say or do anything suspicious?”

  Kiyui: “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

  Chloe: “Damn.”

  Olly and Dolly hopped down from the table that they were dancing on and came over to join us. Dolly sat in the empty seat opposite Chloe and Olly lifted one leg over Tristan’s head and slowly lowered himself down until he was straddling him, at which point he started to slowly gyrate on his lap. Tristan eyes flared again… he looks very confused about what is happening.

  Tristan: “Umm… is this necessary.”

  Olly arched his back and lightly bit Tristan’s ear lobe.

  Olly: “Gotta keep up the illusion.”

  Tristan: “Why exactly did you bring me here, Chloe?”

  Seriously… even when nervous, confused, and distressed… his voice… it is still… just… so… boring. Like… how does it never change… always just the same monotone… no flare… no emotion… I… I don’t understand.

  Chloe: “Because if we need to check the shagging rooms then the lads here are going to need a client to get in.”

  Dolly: “About that…”

  Olly: “Yeah, nothing in the staff rooms.”

  Dolly: “Only places left are the entertaining rooms.”

  Chloe: “Shit.”

  She slammed her flagon down on the table in irritation.

  Tristan: “What does that mean?”

  Dolly: “Those rooms are locked when they aren’t in use or being cleaned just after.”

  Olly: “So the only way we can get in is with clients.”

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  Chloe: “How many rooms?”

  Dolly: “Four specialised, six normal.”

  Dwynfel: “Specialised?”

  Olly: “Bondage room, toy room, wet room, and fluid room.”

  Dwynfel: “Wet room and fluid room? Are they not basically the same?”

  Olly: “Wet room is for people that like having sex in water. There is a little pool in the middle of it that can be magically cleaned. The fluid room is for people who enjoy… the use of other fluids…”

  Dwynfel: “What? Like oil?”

  Olly: “No… bodily fluids. The entire room is wipe clean.”

  Dwynfel: “Doesn’t sex usually involve bodily fluids.”

  Kiyui: “Don’t pursue this, Dwynfel. You’ll end up disgusted.”

  You know what… I think I’m going to take his advice on that one. Generally speaking, when Kiyui says that I don’t want to know something… he tends to be right.

  Chloe: “How many rooms will you get to check tonight?”

  Dolly: “We have three regular clients booked for tonight.”

  Olly: “One will use the bondage room… the other two will use the standard rooms.”

  Kiyui: “I’m going to be looking after Jonty tonight… so I can check one of the standard rooms after he’s finished. He normally falls asleep straight after so I’ll have time to look.”

  Dwynfel: “How do you know he’ll pick you?”

  Kiyui: “I told him that I was back for a couple of nights and he got really excited. He even got his little collection of drawings out to show me what positions he wants to do. It’s really quite sweet. I’ve not helped out in over four years. It’ll be quite nostalgic.”

  Madame Laurent: “Oi! Quit flirting with your boyfriend and get back behind this bar!”

  By the gods that woman can be loud when she wants to be. She’s all the way on the other side of the room and I could still hear her crystal clear over the sound of all the entertainment going on.

  Kiyui: “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

  Madame Laurent: And stop that damn fox of yours from licking the salt off the pork scratchings otherwise I’ll kick the damn thing!”

  Kiyui hopped off my knee and swiftly returned to the bar. Every time that I see Madame Laurent I find myself surprised. I don’t know why… but she always looks incredibly glamourous. But not in a monstrous, ridiculous way like Gentle, Smutisha and Chlamydia did at the ball. Her make up enhances her natural beauty rather than masking it. And she always has these beautiful lace lined velvet dresses on… with very elegant, yet not overstated, jewellery.

  Style without excess is how I would describe her. Her voice however, is very stern and commanding.

  Chloe: “So that’s four rooms. With Tristan that makes five.”

  Tristan: “What do you mean, “with Tristan?” What am I doing?”

  Chloe: “You’re hiring these two and getting them into one of the other rooms?”

  Tristan: “What? Why me?”

  Chloe: “Because you’re the only one of us that anybody would believe would hire these two?”

  Tristan: “What?”

  Chloe: “Look. Everybody knows what I like in a man. Nobody is gonna believe I’d hire the twink twins. Everyone knows Bobby’s with me, so he’s out. Everyone knows about Lucas and his thing for milfs, so he’s out. Flynn is married, has kids, and I don’t trust the bastard anyway. & nobody would believe that Dwynfel would hire them here when he can have a twink filled four way on his own farm without paying anybody anything. That leaves you.”

  Dwynfel: “I would like to add that I have never had a twink filled four way.”

  Olly reached across the table, raising his rear end up and into Tristan’s face. He proceeded to stroke my cheek.

  Olly: “We can always fix that.”

  Dwynfel: “I’m good. Thanks for the offer though.”

  He sat himself back down on Tristan’s knee and leaned back… resting his back on Tristan’s chest and his head on Tristan’s left shoulder. He proceeded to reach his right hand up and back to stroke Tristan’s head.

  Tristan: “Can I at least hire one of the women?”

  Chloe: “No. We don’t know who we can trust in here. These are the only ones who we can safely search the rooms with.”

  Tristan: “But what if somebody walks in?”

  Dolly: “That’s why there is three of us.”

  Tristan: “Huh?”

  Olly nibbled on Tristan’s earlobe again.

  Olly: “We use the room for its intended purpose…”

  Dolly: “While I look around.”

  Tristan: “Umm… but… no offense… but I like girls.”

  Chloe: “Just close your eyes and think of whatever chick you fancy at the moment. You don’t need to do anything, just be naked and close to each other. Look, we need to get these rooms searched as soon as possible and this is the best way of doing that without alerting whoever is behind this…”

  Tristan: “But…”

  Chloe: “Look… if you are that against the gay thing, then fine, it’ll just take us an extra day to finish the search.”

  Tristan: “I’m not against the gay thing… I just… I haven’t really had much experience, okay. I’m not very popular in that way.”

  Chloe: “I know you ain’t got much experience, so it’ll be good practice for you.”

  Olly: “I promise I’ll be gentle. And I don’t understand why you say you aren’t very popular.”

  Well… I mean… I could make a good guess. His looks aren’t bad. I quite like the big jug ears and the goofy look that he has going… I find it quite endearing. I grant you… it isn’t particularly sexy… but it is endearing. It’s the voice… it’s definitely the voice. If he was mute like Nomius I think he’d get a lot more interest. The mysterious silent type is oddly popular. As it stands… as soon as he opens his mouth… just… urgh… it makes me want to go to sleep. Which isn’t his fault, but I can see why it would put people off.

  Olly stroked his right-hand down Tristan’s face and slid it down and inside Tristan’s robe. I genuinely thought that Tristan’s eyes were going to pop out of his skull.

  Olly: “Who cares about popularity?”

  Dolly: “Which room should we take?”

  Chloe: “Probably best use one of the specialty rooms. They will be the ones hardest to get searched.”

  Dolly: “Probably best do the fluid room. That is the least used, so chances are we won’t get to search that one with anybody else.”

  Tristan: “But if people see me go in there, they’ll think I’m into coprophilia or something.”

  What the fuck is coprophilia? You know what… no… Kiyui said not to ask… so I’m not going to… I’m just going to stay out of it.

  Chloe: “Look, you aren’t looking for a girlfriend in here. And after we get to the bottom of this and arrest people, then everyone will work out that we were just here to search the place. So, chill would ya.”

  Olly suddenly got a big smile on his face.

  Olly: “Ooooo… I like you. You’ve got plenty of foreskin… you’ll be amazing at docking.”

  Tristan: “Umm…. What’s docking?”

  Good fucking question!

  Olly: “Come with me and I’ll show you.”

  Dolly stood up and walked towards Madame Laurent.

  Dolly: “I’ll go get the key.”

  Olly slid off Tristan’s knee. He turned himself to face Tristan and leaned forward. He did all of this without removing his hand from within Tristan’s robe. He stopped when his face was millimetres from Tristan’s.

  Olly: “Don’t worry. I’ll look after you. Now come along.”

  Tristan stood up and Olly led him away… still with his hand inside Tristan’s robe. If nothing else… at least nobody in this place is going to suspect that they aren’t about to have sex. At this point I’m not sure if Olly was going on like that for the sake of maintaining cover, for the sake of boosting Tristan’s confidence… or because he genuinely likes Tristan. I suppose that is part of the job with prostitutes… makes it very hard to tell if they are being genuine.

  Chloe leaned across the table and beckoned me closer.

  Chloe: “Look, I know I should have said this before. But I’m sorry for dragging you and Kiyui into this. I know that Kiyui is getting out of the adventuring game. But… technically this is more detective work than adventuring. He won’t be at any risk. I promise you that.”

  So instead... here are Olly & Dolly shearing one of their sheep back on the farm.