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They know very well what they do.

At least it would take me some time to decipher their indirect language to repair its meaning in each situation in which each of them find themselves and what they talk about.

But there is also something about those present here...

...: Excuse me my lord, but you have not yet told me your order.

Mikael: I'm sorry, I just don't know what to ask for.

I was distracted by the environment full of varieties and notable-looking characters: connections, tycoons, and powerful and industrial families.

But first I must get rid of the courtesan in front of me who is waiting for the order.

There is too much on this menu.

If I take the time to look at each one I might linger unnecessarily before a courtesan in front of me.

But why is there a courtesan waiting for a client's decision with such a large menu?

Am I forced to make a quick decision without considering the cost?

She doesn't seem at all desperate nor does she show any signs of restlessness or tiredness and frustration over an indecisive customer.

Normally they deliver the menu and then take care of other things, the customer finishes their selection, they come back to take their order finally.

And I am not the only one...

All my companions remain undecided and the courtesans wait.

As if they were personal assistants.

Can it be changed if it were an assistant for another of your liking?

No one will know your taste, in the case of men for women.

Although this courtesan in front of me is cute...

She has a fine face and is adorable, and not very mature compared to her co-workers who look older; Her body is well-endowed, and her curves are notable, although she has little chest. A modest combination.

Her eyes are dark chestnut brown, her gaze is firm and sustained, and she maintains certain dominant and daring aspects with her long and slender eyelashes; controlled and pleasant gestures are mature.

If I compared their height with mine, which is 1.75, they must be ten or maybe eight numbers less.

It is within my tastes.

The only woman, Kathy, seems indifferent, although there are courtiers of impeccable essence and well-endowed bodies.

But I shouldn't be distracted.

It's time to make a decision.

Mikael: I will choose this option 'Special Light Night Pleasure Drink'.

This drink is grouped within the 'Drinks and Milkshakes' section.

I honestly don't know anything associated with these types of categories; And despite its peculiar name, this menu brings with it what each option contains: combined proportions and specific quantities of all types of ingredients.

My choice brings a very small amount of alcohol equivalent to a small 3-centimeter glass cup; and also appears to contain fruity flavourings such as grapes and cherries.

...: You must decide 'reserve and companion'.

Reserve and companion?

What does it mean?.

Can't she bring it?

Mikael: Can't you do it?

...: Me too?.

...: W-well, if you wish...

After jotting down a bit in her little order book, she asks me to get up from my seat and follow her somewhere.

At first, I was going to refuse, but I didn't want to cause a misunderstanding and attract attention, since everyone is focused on the great dance show that is at the back of the room.

I ended up following the courtesan out between the tables.

A few minutes later we reached a room on the second floor where she decently urged me to enter.

...: Wait for me while I bring you your drink, my lord.

Mikael: ... Well.

The moment she closed the door, silence prevailed in the room; as if the party and the people outside didn't exist in the first place.

Will the bedrooms be soundproof?

It is the most logical thing to think about.

But now well.

I looked for the nearest chair and sat down, resting my arms.

How did I get into such a situation?

The drink called 'Special Light Night Pleasure Drink' could be several things that escape my imagination but significant to misinterpret; since it is better not to jump to conclusions.

She seemed to understand when I left her the role of bringing me the order, that I could have chosen another courtesan among so many presents; following that line, then it is reason to start nervously sweating the unthinkable.

If that were not the case I would not be here and waiting for that.

No logic can be sought without anything rooted in the lustful side of the floating district; because this is an exclusive world for that...

Mikael: I guess I'll just wait... "I let out a sigh."

Not a little less than five minutes into waiting, I heard two knocks on the door before it opened.

It's finally here.

That courtesan had arrived with an 8-centimeter crystal glass on an aluminium tray.

Its content was a mixture of colours with blue, reddish and purple tones; and which were divided into different capacities.

It looked pretty good for a simple alcoholic beverage.

...: Make yourself comfortable, my lord.

Mikael: It's okay here, calm down.

...: I understand, if you wish.

With good skill she places the glass on the table and takes a seat next to me.

At that moment I turned towards him, leaving us both face to face, looking into each other's eyes.

I would be lying if I said my heart was beating more than usual; clearly because of the strange sensation of that moment.

Mikael: What are you supposed to be doing?

...: What does my lord mean? "Perplexed question"

Mikael: I just thought it would be a common drink, but I don't understand anything that happened until then.

...: I see. "Lets out a small relieved smile."

From the way he said it and the relaxation of his face, it was also expressed with a certain naturalness and blush.

...: So you are completely inexperienced.

Mikael: I'd be lying if I said I knew about the floating district.

...: It is part of my duty to give you proper guidance, my lord.

...: I will start by introducing you to my name, my name is Elaina.

Mikael: Me Mikael.