“Thank you, girls, for filling these. We will analyze it and provide you with the teachers you need.”

“It will take a few days, but your classes in basic etiquette and a few other things will start tomorrow,” said Madam Margaux as she took a stack of papers from us and put them in a box her assistant was carrying.

We got those forms the first day, right after they finished giving us the tour of the whole place.

In more than a decade in business, I have never been as shocked as I have been. The whole time, I kept thinking, this is some elaborate ploy from my enemies to get what they need for me.

It is a reality, hard as it may seem to believe,

“You in the third batch will be going to miss Cain’s place in the afternoon. So, be ready,” she informed and walked out, with her assistant and guards holding the stacks of forms got from them.

It was very hard, a struggle to be honest to fill those forms.

I know many things, taught by the tutors since I could walk, but I couldn’t choose any of them.

So, I chose the one I hated the most. My mother had tried to force me to learn it many times, but I never did, despite her trying for years.

“I am going for a swim. Are you coming?” asked Rexy. To that, I shook my head. “You should do something else, other than being cooped up in the books,” she said, before walking out of the recreation room.

The orc blood woman seemed to be obsessed with swimming; we have been here for two days, and she has spent hours in that underground pool.

I wanted to take a swim too, but I controlled the urge, due to the fear of being found out.

I have been taught many things, including swimming. If I tried to swim, I might show these things.

I have been especially scared about tomorrow’s etiquette lessons. I have given years to forget all of it and now I will attend lessons to learn it.

That old woman is sharp and seems to notice everything.

I feel like I am walking on eggshells here. It had been a decade since I felt like this, like every movement of mine, will make my enemies discover me.

I was in my thoughts when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder.

It is a tall heralden girl in her mid-twenties. She had come with me from Oksall. Though I hadn’t seen in any of the brothels, I worked over the years.

It is not surprising, seeing the majority of the girls who came with us from Oksall had been unknown to me.

Though, I know her name. She introduced herself in the introduction, and once I heard something, I will remember it through my powerful memory skills.

It is my first skill. It made both of my parents extremely happy when I told them about it.

“It is time for our spa appointment,” she reminded gently.

She is excited about it, and she is not the only one. The mention of the spa had wiped away every other thought floating in my mind.

I love the spa, and it is one of the few things here I do not care about being found out about.

I had been worried about it yesterday, but seeing how everyone around me is behaving, I let my natural emotions show. That is how every other person is doing.

“Let’s go,” I said to Minka, and we walked out of the recreation room.

I could see the woman beside me casting longing eyes to the left, where they were trying to create mages.

It is quite ambitious of them. When I got to know about it, I didn’t think they would succeed.

Even now, my mind hasn’t changed much.

Though, I would say. If those girls kept the zeal I saw in their eyes for a year or more, they might be able to cast a spell or two.

I could cast spells. My mother had disapproved of it, saying I should focus on responsibilities, as I will always have people around me to cast the spells I need.

I walked out of the underground and saw, the classes already started in the hall.

Seeing them, my heart couldn’t help but tighten up.

I quickly looked away and instead focused on the wonderful smell of food. For more than a decade, I had finally eaten some real food, that was actually made by someone who knows how to cook.

I already had breakfast, but I felt hungry again, smelling the wonderful aroma. So, I walked toward the table and picked up one glazed bread.

The heralden woman beside me hesitated for a fraction of a second, before picking up the slice as well.

“This is the most delicious bread I had eaten in my life. I could eat it for the rest of my life,” said Minka. “Don’t say that dear; you will not be able to eat it, even for a month, if you eat it day and night,” I said.

“It is not true; I could totally live off it,” she insisted.

I only smiled at that.

Soon, we walked out of the building into a small garden. It is good. Though nothing compared to what I have seen.

It has a certain calmness; anyone would enter inside would feel calm. It is why every time I came here, be it day or night, someone would be sitting on those benches, gazing at flowers or the sky.

A minute later, we reached the spa. It is a small building with a fountain in front of it.

Girls could be seen coming and going out of it.

If there is one thing, the girls love most about this brothel. Then it would be this spa.

Everyone loves it.

I love it, not only because it reminded me of who I was, but here, I could let myself go without fear.

Inside a small lobby, there is a table made of stone against the wall, and behind it are two young girls.

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“Sister Bell, Sister Minka. Welcome to the velvet spa. You have a hlecian massage in five minutes in room twelve,” informed the red-headed girl.

We said our thanks to the teen girl at reception and walked toward the changing room, where we removed our clothes and put them in a basket, before wearing the robes with our names monogrammed on them.

“We arrived only two days ago, and they already got the robe for us, with our names on it,” said Minka, eyes full of wonder.

“It is rather fast,” I said and efficient.

These robes are not only monogrammed but also of our size. They must have quite a vendor to do it fast.

We walked out of the changing rooms and went to room number twelve.

Click!

Minka opened the door, and we went inside. The room was small, but well decorated, with a calming fragrance.

There are two massage beds and two women wearing the spa uniform.

“Bell, Minka welcome. Are you ready for the massage?” asked the raven-haired woman, who looked to be in her early forties.

“Yes!” said Minka excitedly.

“Good. If you are comfortable, you can remove the robe or you can cover yourself with a towel,” he said, motioning toward the two towels on the stand.

Minka simply removed her robes and places them on the table. I did the same.

If it had been an onor massage or basn, I would have used the towel. I don’t like to show my naked body to others when I do not need to, but hlecian massage, needed the body to be completely free for maximum benefits.

“Now, lay down on these beds and we will start,” said the raven-haired woman.

Minka took the first bed, and I took a second and waited for the massage to start.

It took a few seconds before I felt a warm oil falling on my back and onto its sand. It is not sand, but hlecian crystals, made from seven herbs, two magical, and five non-magical.

The crystals will melt as they heat through massage, with their essence entering the body.

A moment later, gentle hands begin to massage my body. It is a little painful, with crystals, but I bore it. It will only be for a few minutes before they melted, and the pleasurable massage begins.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the massage fully, but to also sense the faint mysterious effect that I felt yesterday.

Yesterday was my first day in a spa after more than a decade. I had a pedicure, manicure, and bath, which was amazing.

As those treatments were happening. I felt a mysterious energy, which I felt enhanced the power of treatment and the result it gives.

Now, I concentrated on it, using my ability, I am feeling it again.

‘What is it?’ I thought.

I never felt anything like this; it is extremely faint. That if I didn’t have the ability I am using, I wouldn’t have been able to sense it at all.

My first guess was that it is the power of skill, but it is not.

The masseuse is using several skills, but they give a completely different feeling. It is not skills; it is not the spell either.

It is something different.

The only thing I could only relate to is the feeling I had felt in the legacy, but that should be impossible.

This place is no legacy. One couldn’t hide the legacy. Not to mention, the feeling would have been hundreds of times more powerful.

Maybe I am wrong; it had been more than a decade since I had last gone to a legacy.

Still, it is something different and powerful despite being faint, and I like to find out what it is.

I looked for the source of feeling for minutes, but like yesterday, I got nothing.

I could search deeper, but that might reveal that ability of mine. Which I couldn’t do. It will cause a great shock in a small city and an entire region and also catch the attention of my enemies.

Even they would be shocked to see me having it.

Not even in their wildest dream, they had even thought I would have something like this. It would have made even my parents shocked, especially my mother.

She would have been ecstatic seeing me gaining it.

It is the greatest symbol of one’s power, one's will.

I pulled back my ability and stopped thinking about the feeling instead of focusing on massage, which it had enhanced through its power.

The massage had lasted for more than an hour and a half before the masseuses left the room; letting us bask in its effects.

Two hours later, we finally got up and took a bath, washing away all the oils across the body.

Getting beautifully vibrant skin.

“I have never felt beautiful, as I am right now,” said Minka, looking at herself in a mirror.

I did say anything and stared at myself in a mirror.

It had been ages since I had seen my actual face in a mirror. I like to see it one day, openly, without any fear.

A few minutes later, we walked out of the spa with a smile on my face and a decision in my heart.

When I came here, there was a plan in mind. It is to make things difficult enough for the owner that he would sell back, but now, I don’t want to do that.

My rational mind is telling me this place is dangerous for me. I should get away from it as soon as possible.

My instincts are telling me the opposite thing. They are telling me to stay, saying staying here would be much safer.

I am going to trust my instincts. They have saved me more times than I could count.

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