‘Girls, gather in front of the rose circle,”

The familiar voice rang out in my mind, surprising me. It was the first time; I had heard it directly in my mind.

The others seemed to have heard it too as they got out of the pool and dried themselves on the drying stations, before wearing their clothes.

I didn’t know about the rose circle is, but many did, and I followed them. It turned out to be the place, where there was a thing covered in black cloth, surrounded by rose flowers of all kinds.

It turned out statue; they had not removed the cloth, but most girls are saying statue, and it feels like a statue.

When I reached, I saw there were people standing by the statue. Important people, including Silver.

I bowed as I had been taught before, standing in line and looking at people.

It was not my first time seeing him, but it was the first time, I had seen him, so close and he was young. Though I heard about it, I still hard time believing it. Even now, I am having a hard time; it feels like he is an older man with high vitality.

If it is high enough, it slows down, aging considerably. It felt especially true when I looked at his silvery-grey eyes; they looked older than he looked.

He is talking to several people, including Carla Salt.

The woman is responsible for all his business, including the legacy. She is also his mistress and the only whore he fucked, among all the whores, which I very much doubt.

There is also the Headmistress Margaux, Madam Caena, Madam Della, and two other women, I didn’t recognize.

“Who is that blond and brunette woman and middle-aged man?” I asked the short-haired girl in front of me.

“That is Ina Knox and Lola Monet,” replied the girl with an idealizing expression.

‘So, they are the ones who are flying high,’ I thought.

I heard about them every day; the girls idolized them. More than Headmistress and Madam Carla. They are whores, that had reached high. So high, that even the ‘Whore Classes’ had left them, becoming something else.

Seeing them, the admiration and jealousy couldn’t help, but rise in my heart.

“And that middle-aged man?” I asked again, looking at the middle-aged in conversation with Headmistress Margaux.

“I think that is Commander Stone,” she replied, and a visible surprise appeared on my face.

“Isn’t he supposed to be all muscly and big?” I asked. Giant-bloods are big; all giant bloods are big and tall.

The middle-aged man was not even six feet tall, and I couldn’t see any muscles through his clothes.

I think I had seen Commander Stone once when Silver came and gave us a choice to stay or leave; he was his bodyguard at that time.

He was a big man with a big sword on his back.

“I heard the awakening had changed him. Now, he is big only when he uses his powers,” the girl replied.

I nodded and looked at other people, including assistant madams and even that young woman, Gloria. It seemed like everyone important was here.

My eyes focused on the middle-aged woman, laughing as she talked with the madams. If I am not wrong, that is Barb Utsa; the woman who breathed fire. Many girls, had seen her breathing fire at the undead, burning.

I would have seen it too. If not for being pushed away from the window. All I was able to see was burning undead.

A few minutes passed, and everyone seemed to gather.

Headmistress Margaux coughed gently, and everyone turned to her.

“From today, the new chapter of your life begins.” Said Headmistress, looking at every eye, looking at her.

“Many of us come here without our will and in despair, but I promise you all that you will leave this place, it will be with your own will and a great future,”

Her words have lit up hopes in the eyes of new girls, while old ones nodded. They had benefits; they had the new classes and skills, that would help them live a respectful life and big savings for the twilight days.

“I hope, your time here will be joyful despite the nature of our business. We will make sure, you learn everything that will help you all live a respectful life, without the burden of our profession; it is our promise,” she said.

Clap Clap Clap

Immediately, applause rang out from a thousand girls and lasted for nearly a minute.

It was not a great speech, but it told the girls what they wanted to hear.

When it calmed down, Silver took one step forward, becoming more regal. His presence becomes heavy, but it also excludes the trust.

It made me feel like, I could trust him to make my life better.

I instantly knew he was using skills, and I wanted to resist them, but they were so damn powerful that I got swept into them.

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“Our business is considered the filth of society, but I consider it the most noble. Without us, society wouldn’t have the order, it has. It is us that keep this chaos of men and bury it in lust,”

“You all should be celebrated. Instead, get the scorn that you do not deserve,” he said and to my surprise, the man is believing what he is saying.

He is truly thinking the brothel is a noble business.

I have seen many delusional people, but not as much as him.

People around me were shocked by his words, but I could see the admiration for him increased tenfold in their eyes. It is not just the brothel owner saying those words, but the lord of the city.

“The velvet garden is the best among all, not because it is a legacy, but because of you all. It is you all that turned into a legacy; it is you all that raised it to the height it is and for it, I am grateful to you all.”

His eyes looked at us, and I saw none of the repulsiveness, I saw it from the men. They want to fuck us, but they are also repulsed by us. Sometimes, after finishing, they cursed themselves for falling into temptation and then blamed us for it.

I can’t remember the times I heard them cursing me, before hitting. A couple of times, it was really bad.

“It is from you all, that we got our finest; the ones that kept their self-respect in front of the mighty lord, the ones that stared down the undead. The ones that selflessly sacrificed themselves so others could live,” he said, and tears flowed down from his eyes.

He wiped the tears and looked at Barb. She nodded and gripped the silk cloth covering, the statue, before pulling it hard, revealing the five meters tall black marble statue of a beautiful woman standing bravely.

It didn’t even take me an instant to recognize, who she was. I could never forget that face and those expressions, she has on her face.

Whoever made the statue, was able to bring out the essence of her. The essence of that moment.

“She is the finest of what velvet garden produced. Her courage and bravery will inspire generations.”

“Today, I name the collage after her. From this moment onward; it will be Mena Horn Collage,” he declared.

Clap Clap Clap

The resounding applause rang out; the girls began to clap, while tears flowed from their eyes. It is not just the girl crying, but also the Madams; they seem to be crying harder.

Silver hugged them and said something, I couldn’t hear, before walking away with Carla Salt and a middle-aged man.

I wiped the tears from my own eyes and looked at the statue. It is big, beautiful and inspiring.

“Girls, there is one more important announcement,” said Headmistress Margaux, bringing our attention to us.

“Della Web will be the resident director,” she said, looking at the older woman beside her

Nobody seemed surprised. She had been second in command of Headmistress Margaux in the circle and only with the position of Asst. Madam, who didn’t work in the legacy aside from Madam Gloria.

It is said, she had been offered but declined it.

“I am grateful for the responsibility; Master Silver, and you have bestowed on me. I will not disappoint you,” she said and turned to us.

“Girls, follow me,” she said and walked ahead. We followed behind the older woman.

“The rules are unchanged from the circle. If you have any problem, you come to me or any assistance madam in the residence,” she added.

“Have the rules about advancement and privileges remained the same, Madam Della?” asked the girl from the front.

“Yes, they are the same,” she replied.

“Till you reach Lv. 20, you will share the room with another person At Lv. 20, you will get your own room, and at Level 25, you will get an upgrade of the interior and a prize,” she added.

“What will we get after reaching Lv. 30?” asked another, and the older woman stopped and turned.

“Reach Lv. 30 and you will know,” she replied with a mischievous smile, before turning back and resumed walking.

Soon, we reached the resident building. The place we will live.

“There is one more thing. Those who picked flowers will receive no dessert for today. Consider it a lighter punishment since it is the first day, but next time, it will be a suspension of bigger privileges,” she said.

Immediately, the expressions of many girls changed.

It is a good thing; I hadn't touched those flowers. I like sweets; it would have been regretful if I had missed that.

Krrrrrr!

Soon, the older woman reached the enormous doors and pushed them with both of her hands, revealing the massive lobby.

“The envelope, you have received has the key to your rooms. The first number is the floor, the second number is the suite, and the third number is the room inside the suite.”

“I am sure, you are capable of finding it on your own. If you still have any problem, ask them,” she said, pointing at four teenage girls; wearing identical white dresses with name pin on the shoulder.

I barely looked at them as I was busy being mesmerized by the huge lobby. It is beautiful, with murals on its domes and beautiful statues and paintings.

There are also four elevators and stairs, with information boards everywhere.

I took out the envelope and tore it open, revealing the key. Many had opened them yesterday when they received it, but I wanted to open a mine on time.

I looked at the key, which had ‘03-11-02’ carved on it. It means I have to go to the third floor. I looked at the elevator; I loved them.

The circle had them; on my first day, I had used them tens of times. I wanted to use one right, but seeing the crowd, I don’t think. I would be able to.

So, I took the stains, not immediately. I waited for a few minutes as they were too crowded, before walking on them.

The stairs were beautiful marble, and I wanted to touch them with bare feet. They are laden with art like in the lobby, and it is good. It brings the life to the whole place.

I looked at each one of them, till I reached the third floor,

Each door is carefully marked, with many girls opening the doors of the suite, leading to their room.

Soon, I reached the eleventh suite and saw a red-haired half-orc girl opening the door. I recognize her. She was in the same building as me, but we had never talked.

“Which room are you?” she asked. “Second,” I replied, and the smile on her face became bigger.

“It seemed like we are going to be room partners,” she said, showing me her key, which is the same as mine.

We entered inside the suite, and like the last time, each suite had four rooms with one private room in the middle.

The suite is bigger than what was in the circle and has far more luxuries. From the quality of the furniture to the paint covering the walls, everything looks better.

Click!

This is our room, she said and opened the room, and we entered inside.

“Wow! It is better than I had imagined,” said the woman as she unlocked the room. It is amazing, slightly bigger than before, and has better furniture; there is also a window, providing a view of the park.

“You are from the latest batch?” I asked. She nodded as looked around the room and I looked at her.

She is a half-orc, short of five-five, and has green skin, which is the same shade as the orcs, but she is slimmer like humans, with a round face and blue eyes.

She is beautiful, especially when her canines come out.

“I am Eliyen,” I introduced. I know her name from the door, but an introduction is necessary. It creates familiarity.

“Batul,” she replied and shook my hand.

“Which side, do you want?” she asked, turning to beds. “Anything is fine with me,” I replied.

I don’t have a preference. Though some like Ubal are particular about them.

“Then I am going to take the left,” she said and picked up her bags from the floor and put it on the table, before jumping on the bed.

“So, soft!” She cooed.

I smiled, seeing that, and picked up my bag and placed it on the bed. I had just opened it when she turned to me.

“We can do that later. Let’s explore this place first,” she said, getting up from her bed. I wanted to decline, but I nodded.

“Sure,” I replied.

I am curious about this place too and want to see everything it has to offer. Especially look for the sewing room, the circle has it; I hope this place has it too.