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Part III

It's not that I want to retract it, which is mostly useless when it comes to taking and executing any action. But this type of situation is also disturbing.

As the subway gets closer and closer to south to the west, and I was wearing the most elegant suit I could find in my closet, I wondered what I would see in one of the palaces of lust.

Since it's the Grenecy mansion, I'm worried about my visual virginity.

A few minutes later I arrived at the floating district and as Tennys said, with just 5 minutes left until 8:00 p.m., there were already people waiting for the said bus while chatting.

And again the cliché scene of momentary silence upon seeing me enter.

Everyone looked at me from my heels to my hair, searching for what only they will know.

If I compare my appearance in an elegant suit, my equal companions here have the same clothing.

Some have black tuned-style suits and shoes of the same color, giving a reflection of seriousness.

But I'm better going to ignore them.

I would only waste my time thinking about it.

Guffy: It's strange to see you in that suit my brother.

He says as he approaches, observing in detail.

Mikael: Coming from you and with that suit, it's better to be on the safe side.

Guffy: Don't you hate me for forcing you to come?

Mikael: Don't worry, I thought it wouldn't be a bad experience, and maybe I'd end up accepting after all.

Guffy: I understand.

Guffy: But I'm serious when I talk about losing my virginity. This is your moment, brother.

Mikael: I think I'll think about it.

It's not that you have to make a decision right now, and be guided by typical impulsiveness.

It would be giving free rein against the future will.

Just as the clock struck 8:00 p.m., a long black bus arrived with decorative LED lights that illuminated the ground in different colours.

As soon as the door opened, the visibility changed: the entire atmosphere of blue and purple colours transformed every corner of that place.

Fruit cocktails were allowed along with liqueur shakes.

Being the floating district, it is a paradise for libertines but in my case, I am moderate, and I like to repel all types of harmful vices.

I'll just watch while everyone dances, drinks, and sings.

I thought so until Guffy showed up with some alcoholic milkshakes.

Guffy: Don't you want my brother?

Mikael: You have known well for years that I am not a fan of alcohol.

Guffy: Don't worry, I just wanted to check if you haven't changed.

Guffy: I never got to see you do something you considered bad, and you also grew up in the slums like me, and we saw so many things together, my brother.

Mikael: You are right, he who knows by will that a place is not of its true capacity is when it is different by nature.

Guffy: Should I throw out this milkshake? I prepared it in vain.

I certainly don't want to, but I can handle a little alcohol and a couple of light drinks might be harmless against me.

Mikael: I'll have it, but it'll just be a drink here on the bus.

Guffy: It's okay my brother! "Express with happiness"

The cold strawberry-flavoured milkshake had a slight touch of Rum, the warm combination of both flavours did not give the characteristic strength of both.

My lips were already sweet, and my breath was alcoholic, but it was nothing significant.

Naturally it tastes very ugly.

Everyone seemed immersed in their conversations, and we were mostly alone...

So Guffy isn't very open with others either, huh?

Tennys: Do you like alcohol, Mikael?

He approaches us with a fruit cocktail in his right hand.

Mikael: No, it's just a light alcohol shake.

Tennys: I see, you are moderate.

Tennys: Not many seem to be like you. That makes you special.

Since I didn't know what to answer, I limited myself to listening to his reasoning.

Kathy: So Mikael is debuting a suit similar to that of the nobility.

Kathy: It doesn't look too bad on you.

Mikael: Thanks, I guess.

Tennys: Speaking of which, there's a girl who wants to get close to you because she likes you.

Mikael: Is that so?

Tennys: Another time I'd like to introduce her properly, okay?

Michael: Yes.

After that, the bus stopped, and we finally got off right in front of the Grenecy mansion.

Many people walked to the entrance and the luxurious cars did not stop arriving.

The one who took control of our group, surely Luck, directed us to the entrance full of guards.

And giving us priority, at the same time, they gave each of the fifteen members a mask of different high-quality designs.

Everyone who entered seemed to have a mask, so the anonymity stood out as part of the party.

When my foot touched the floor covering, it was so soft and peculiar that the sensation caressed my rigid heels.

The interior of the mansion decorated with paintings by the greatest artists of the ancient and modern world; the music played live in the background that fills the room with a classic and modest atmosphere; and also the fabrics of dim and varied colours that hung on the walls in all directions.

Everything we have seen so far being just the hallway after crossing the first door, we cross the second; thus changing the previous ambiguous sensations.

The first look into the great main hall of the Grenecy mansion.

A group of courtesans guided us to the seats.

The table was large enough so that the fifteen gathered around had no problems and the courtesans immediately took each one's order.

His accent and tone when speaking gave softness and elegant firmness; Her costumes of long thin Greek-style blankets were as beautiful as Athena. Being also lascivious for some, due to the ability to see through the very thin fabric of their revealing garments.

The very different hairstyles highlighted the hidden beauty of each courtesan's face shape.

In addition, each of them has characteristic paintings and shapes of ornaments on their face, ears, and necks; all kinds of accessories.

It would be a lot of attention to pay to be able to detail each object present.

But the most notable thing is the first impression; because it seems that the courtesans communicate from a distance and through all the noise of the room, through very subtle signals with their blinks, gestures, mouth, movements with their fingers and eyebrows.

They do it naturally while moving or talking to the client or any other action besides the current one in progress, which seems almost impossible to notice.

But I can feel that hidden communication for a brief fraction of seconds and with great concentration.