One of the women glanced at Denise with a tired and fearful expression, hesitating before she spoke. "Young Master, perhaps Sir Gordon is having a hard time convincing those women to come here and... 'entertain' you. After all, they're exceptionally beautiful. Women like that often hold onto their dignity."
"Indeed," another woman added, her voice trembling slightly. She kept her gaze averted, afraid to meet Denise's eyes. "Such remarkable beauty often comes with higher pride than women like us, Young Master Denise. Sir Gordon might have to offer them a significant price to persuade them."
Denise frowned, pondering their words for a moment before sighing and leaning back against the sofa. "You might be right. Those women are likely to be arrogant and prideful because of their beauty."
He waved a dismissive hand. "Now, be quiet and let me focus on the auction. If you three are hungry, order something. Get whatever you like."