085 TO BUY A BROTHEL

085 TO BUY A BROTHEL

Moments later, Leo was ushered into a lavish suite, gilded and adorned with exotic silks together with Grangya and Yun-Yun accompanying him.

One by one, the most exquisite beauties in Sodom city entered, their eyes alight with curiosity and allure as they awaited the whims of their wealthy guest.

A knock on the door interrupted them. Manager Make-me-fuck entered, bowing politely. "Is everything to your satisfaction, young master? Have you chosen your company?"

"Is this the busiest time of the night?" Leo asked, surveying the bustling bathhouse.

"Yes, this is when the patrons finish their baths and come up for company and entertainment," replied the manager, Make-me-fuu..ck.

Leo quickly kissed Yun-Yun as he discreetly extended his Lust antennae, gauging the energy in the air. Using his feelings with Yun-Yun, Leo attracted lust in the establishment.

Satisfied, he nodded. "This place has more than enough lust."

Yun-Yun nodded too in agreement.

"Manager Make-me-fuu..ck, how would you feel about a business proposition?" Grangya asked him suddenly.

The manager's interest piqued. "A business proposition? What sort?"

"We're thinking of expanding our family business into Sodom City," Leo explained. "Would you consider selling this establishment or a major share of it?"

The manager's eyes widened. "You're serious? Truthfully, we've had cash flow issues lately. Selling shares could be an option."

"Dead serious," Leo replied.

Yun-Yun glanced at him. "What's causing your financial troubles?"

"The local gangs," the manager admitted. "They demand protection money, and we barely make enough to pay them."

Leo smirked. "That won't be a problem. We have our own security forces."

"Well, if you're serious, I'll need to consult my partner and gather our records," the manager said before leaving the room.

He returned shortly with Madam Make-me-love, and together they presented their financial records.

"Grangya, can you handle the due diligence?" Leo asked, signaling her to take over.

"Gladly."

Madam Make-me-love spoke honestly. "We have a steady stream of customers, but our profit margins are lower than other places. We don't believe in overcharging."

"If cheating our patrons was the only way to profit, I'd rather sell the place," Make-me-fuu..ck added.

"How many rooms do you have?" Grangya inquired, examining the data. "How often is each room used? What's the average level of fucking activity?"

The managers provided the figures, and after some quick calculations, Grangya's eyes gleamed. "This place has an incredible volume of activity. It's a true engine of lust."

Leo grinned. "We'll buy it."

Grangya negotiated the terms, and within a week, the deal was sealed.

Lilleo Gullee became the new proprietor of Bagnio la Mood, Sodom City's premiere bathhouse and brothel.

Make-me-fuu..ck and Make-me-love stayed on as minor partners to manage the brothel, while Grangya assumed the role of accountant and finance director.

The bagnio's vault was converted into a hidden entrance to the Dungeon of Lust, and the Gullee family soldiers were assigned as the new security force. Leo's Dungeon of Lust was officially established as his new guild's new base.

"I'll handle the décor of this place," Yun-Yun volunteered, excitedly.

Bagnio la Mood was soon renovated, ready to reopen with a fresh image and an air of mystery and possibly with a new name.

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After a month of renovation, The Court la Mood reopened with grand flair, drawing Sodom's elite into its opulent halls for an unmatched experience.

Inspired by the exotic allure of Eastern kingdoms, the towering pagoda palace now boasted a lavish grand hall, an opera theater with elite performers, and a gilded ballroom, where only the wealthiest patrons could earn an invitation to private pavilions with their favorite courtesans.

Further within, a sprawling casino lured players with games of chance, while hidden alcoves offered more secret entertainments—mysterious fortune-tellers, exotic carnivals, and even chained demonic beings on display.

In the dim depths below, a shadowed marketplace thrived, where flesh was currency, and no desire was denied. Here, raw lust pulsed like dark energy, sustaining the very essence of lust in the realm.

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"Lord Bastiqah, this is the newest, most decadent entertainment in Sodom City," someone suggested to the finely dressed lord.

"I've visited every bagnio and brothel in the Koresh Empire. What could possibly be new? You're surely exaggerating, Lord Elai," Lord Bastiqah replied dismissively.

"We'll see," Lord Elai responded, leading him into the Hall of Selection.

"What's all this commotion?" Bastiqah asked, noting the lively crowd.

"Each patron must recite a poem for their chosen courtesan," Lord Elai explained. "If his words win her heart, he might be invited upstairs for a more private encounter. The courtesan here unlike in the other establishments must be courted."

"What kind of brothel requires such nonsense?" Bastiqah muttered irritably.

"Think of it as part of the thrill, this form of entertainment is popular in the far east," Lord Elai grinned.

Just then, a stunning woman began to descend the spiral staircase. Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, and a delicate mask hid her face, adding mystery to her striking figure and graceful steps.

"Presenting Courtesan Rose da Silver."

"What kind of place hides the courtesan's face? What if she's ugly?" Bastiqah scoffed.

"Court la Mood offers a full refund if a guest is dissatisfied. Nothing to fear," Elai reassured him with a smirk.

Soon, a young lord stepped forward, eager, and began reciting his verse to attract the mysterious courtesan.

Silken steps and whispers low,

In shadows cast by candle's glow.

Your gaze, a dance of light and shade,

A world within your eyes displayed.

With every laugh, a secret told,

Each touch, a warmth both soft and bold.

You wear allure like rare perfume,

A rose in night's forbidden bloom.

"Is that it?" Lord Bastiqah asked, watching the young lord finish his poem.

"Now we wait for the next reciter," Lord Elai replied.

One by one, the city's most talented poets stepped forward, each hoping their words would capture the courtesan's attention. Courtesan Rose da Silver listened, her gaze calm and discerning, waiting to be moved.

"And if none of these poems impress her?" Bastiqah asked.

"Then she'll decline any company for the night," Elai answered with a shrug.