Myrathra Dawnstar

The lunar palace comes into view.

It's beautiful, one of the most beautiful in Archmage City. I have come here many times.

I am one of the highest-level whores in the city. My clientele stays in places like these.

Although, it had been several years since I stepped away from these clients to focus on my business.

Now, I am taking another step and plan to leave everything I have built and move to another city.

I don't want to leave; this is my home, where my heart feels rooted. But for the sake of my growth and future, I know I must. I refuse to fade into obscurity—I want to leave a mark, to have at least one page of history that tells my story.

Velvet Garden might make that happen.

Transcendent Pleasure and several other renowned brothels on the continent have extended job offers to me. Additionally, there are intriguing opportunities from prestigious brothel legacies beyond the continent.

All offered a high position and big money, but I have those things already.

Soon, the carriage came to a halt, and a man opened the door. Beside him stood a guard clad in Greltheaven's uniform.

"Miss Dawnstar," he greeted with a polite nod.

A flicker of displeasure stirred within me. I had expected him to send one of the three whores he parades around or at least one of his personal guards. Instead, he had dispatched a no-name guard.

Technically, the man before me was a captain, but still—just a guard.

The subtle insult grated on me, igniting a spark of anger. Yet, I forced myself to remain composed. I couldn't afford to let my emotions undermine the meeting's success. Calmness was essential. Still, I resolved to bring up this slight at an opportune moment—it would not go unaddressed.

The guard led me inside, his steps steady and practiced. The palace's grandeur was nothing new to me—I knew its halls and chambers well. I had even walked into the domes, exclusive sanctuaries where even those of Silvers' rank were denied entry.

Soon, the elevator came to a smooth stop on the sixth floor. This level was typically reserved for Grade IV legacies—a place of prestige and exclusivity. Yet, they had placed Silver here.

Through my connections, I learned that the Archmage Tower offered Silver with special treatment. Remarkably, he had received the invite to meet the Archmage himself on the first day.

Rumor had it that he also was presented with an expensive gift, an honor that spoke volumes about the Tower's regard for him.

Knock!

Soon, we reached the suite, and he knocked on its door. A moment later, an armored orc opened it.

"Come in," he said, leading me inside a living room before stopping in front of the teen girl sitting behind the table.

She is pretty, wearing a white collared black dress that fits her perfectly and her hair in a bun.

She looked more professional than my secretary. Who is a real secretary, with secretary school training and all while this young girl is a whore, who later becomes a secretary.

Seeing her, I couldn't help but smile. I could feel her class. She was one of us—someone who had risen from the same circumstances—yet she had managed to carve out a place of significance for herself.

One of the reasons I chose the Velvet Garden over other legacies was that He gave us a chance, saw our potential, and didn't let the world's prejudices define us. Unlike others, who viewed us as tools to satiate their desires before discarding us, the Velvet Garden placed people like her—and me—in positions that mattered.

"It's an honor to meet you, Miss Dawnstar," she said, her voice warm and steady, her shining eyes meeting mine as she rose gracefully to her feet.

The movement is not a skill but a practice. I didn't fail to notice the way she spoke, either.

Whores do not speak like that.

"Thank you, young woman," I replied with a smile. She smiled even more brightly before her expression turned serious.

"Please," she said, motioning to the door where I heard the clicking sound.

I nodded and pushed open the door before walking inside the office.

It's a beautiful office, but I barely glance at it. My eyes focused on the young man sitting behind the table.

I had seen him before in the opening ceremony, but it was the first time I had seen him so close. He isn't alone; a platinum blond-haired woman is sitting on a sofa not far away from him.

"Lord Silver," I greeted the young man.

This young man elevated his legacy from Grade I to Grade III in just a year—a rare feat.

"Miss Dawnstar," he replied.

His voice was polite, yet not overly so—balanced and respectful. Most importantly, there was no trace of the snideness or superiority that was all too common when others looked at people like us.

Despite that, they don't hesitate to use us to satiate their lust.

Even after reaching such a high level. I still get the same looks I used to get when I was a common whore.

"Please take a seat," he said. "Thank you, my lord," I replied and sat before him.

"I must say, I am pretty surprised by your offer to work for me. With your level, you could work at any brothel legacy and many other legacies," the young man said.

To that, I smiled.

"You are right. I received offers from the other legacies, and they were good, but I want to work for the Velvet Garden," I replied.

I worded it to clarify that while I would be working for Velvet Garden, I was not working for him personally. Velvet Garden was his, and yes, I would be serving under his legacy, but I wanted to clarify that I would not be his personal property.

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"Why?" he asked.

"Yours is the one I see with the highest potential. More than that, it is the things you have done,"

"Making one whore a Governor of Panar and letting another whore run your business. No one ever did that," I replied, my tone pointed.

I had expected him to smile, to appreciate the praise, but instead, he simply nodded, his expression unreadable.

His eyes showed only a mild interest, and I could feel the moment's weight. Despite my desire to assert myself and use my skills to impress, I knew he was injured—both physically and emotionally. I didn't want to push too hard, especially not with someone who could soon become my employer. Displeasing him was the last thing I needed right now.

"Why do you want to work for me?" he asked, his tone all business.

I told him, but he referred to himself directly—implying that Velvet Garden, as his creation, was essentially synonymous with working for him. It was clear that he saw no distinction between the two.

I considered softening the moment with sweet, flattering words, but then I saw his expression. I knew sugary words wouldn't get me far with him unless I used my skills.

"I want to level up. It's been years since I've made any progress. If I stay here, I'll never be able to achieve my dream," I replied honestly, my voice steady.

He leaned in slightly, his gaze sharpening. "Which is?" he asked, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face.

He could likely guess it, but now he wanted me to say it aloud. I hesitated, not wanting to reveal such a personal goal, but the way he was looking at me told me he wouldn't let it slide unless I answered.

"Reach Lv. 50. I want a title," I finally replied, my voice steady but firm.

His lips curved into a smile—not mocking or dismissive, but a simple, genuine smile of understanding. It was brief, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, and his expression grew serious once more.

"In what capacity do you want to work in Velvet Garden?" he asked, his tone businesslike again, though with an edge of curiosity beneath it.

I had considered this question for some time—not just now, but ever since I decided to leave the city and find a new path to progress.

"I want to be an Assistant Madam since you will not give me the position of Madam. I will sleep with people, but only those I choose. I want complete autonomy over it," I began, my voice steady.

"I will also take emotion essence as salary and will need a staff of my own," I finished, laying out my objective and my conditions.

They weren't over the top. I had been offered these conditions by other legacies—some even offering more than I was asking for.

"No," he replied, his voice calm but firm.

The rejection wasn't what surprised me - it was how he did. The absolute certainty in his tone and the unwavering firmness left no room for negotiation.

I hadn't expected him to accept all of my conditions, but I hadn't anticipated hearing a direct "no." I had been prepared for something more like, "Let's talk about it," or perhaps a counteroffer.

I turned toward the platinum blonde-haired woman and saw a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

"The positions in Velvet Garden are earned, Miss Dawnstar. Not given," he said, his voice steady. "Besides that, I don't think having you work in Velvet Garden aligns with my vision."

His words hit me harder than I anticipated, and I struggled to process what he'd just said.

He rejected me? The thought lingered in my mind, a disbelief that made it hard to grasp the full weight of his words.

I was a Lv. 42 Madam of Pleasurable Nights. A Class A powerhouse. He didn't have anyone even remotely close to my level, yet despite all of that, he had the audacity to reject me.

"Are you rejecting me?" I asked, needing confirmation.

"Not exactly," he replied, and I felt my anger flare. If he wasn't rejecting me, then what the fuck had he just said?

"I have a different offer," he added, his voice calm and matter-of-fact.

At that, I wanted to get up and walk out, but I forced myself to remain seated, my frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"Explain," I said, my voice tight.

"I want you to teach at the college," he replied.

The words hit me like a punchline, and before I could stop myself, I smiled and started laughing.

I didn't want to, but there was something so absurd about his offer that I couldn't help but find it funny.

It was a mix of mirth and anger. Yes, I was angry—quite angry. This young man had disrespected me, my status, and the levels I had worked hard to achieve.

That was why my control over Madam's Might slipped, and my passive skills began to surge with full power.

Hun!

I was just about to pull it back when I felt an unfamiliar aura pushing against my skill, forcing it back.

I'd felt this kind of resistance before, and I had a higher level, so my grip on the skill didn't break, but the force of it made me shudder faintly.

My eyes instinctively locked onto the source of the aura. I had assumed it was Silver, but no—it was his guard, standing by him and exuding that strange, powerful presence.

He didn't seem to have much control over it. He likely awakened the aura in a month or two.

'That makes it three people.' I thought.

It is known that Silver has awakened the aura, and I heard that his mistress had also awakened.

Now, this rogue guard as well.

A small city has three people with an aura. That is very rare. Cities much larger than his didn't have a single person with an aura in them.

"My apologies, Lord Silver. I had lost control of my emotions for a moment," I said, my voice steady as I composed myself. Despite the anger simmering beneath the surface, I knew I had to regain control.

"No need to apologize, Miss Dawnstar. If I had been in your place, I would have reacted the same way," he replied without any hint of anger.

Instead, there seemed to be an apology on his face.

"I had meant no disrespect with my offer, Miss Dawnstar. I do not feel it would align with my vision for you to work with my legacy the way you want," he explained.

"Offering you the position to teach was no disrespect."

"It is the college of whores, but we teach not only the girls that will work in the Velvet Garden but also the ones that will work for the city. The ones that might become the governors and madams,"

"It's why many of the teachers that work in the college are leveling up fast."

"Many among those that work in college. Especially the ones that have been with us from the beginning and taught Margaux and Ina, who are closer to Lv. 40, that Lv. 30,"

His words went deep and, going by what I know, seemed plausible.

I knew the whores of Velvet Garden worked for the city, and one had even become Governor. The news had spread like wildfire through my circles, creating quite a stir. It wasn't just the position that shocked people—it was the audacity of it. It had made a massive impact, and everyone was talking about it.

When I first heard. I sent my people to fact-check it with the information guild.

Pupils' accomplishments affect the teacher, and the teacher's class works like this. This is why teaching positions in famous academies are so competitive.

They kill for it.

Still, I wanted to reject the offer outright, but despite myself, I found my thoughts drifting back to it. It's a job that felt far beneath me and my level—farbeneath.

"What will I be teaching? What position will I have?" I asked before I could stop myself. The words slipped out, and I couldn't take them back.

"The position will be head of the department," he replied without hesitation. "As for what you'll be teaching..."

He turned to the woman with platinum blonde hair—The Headmistress.

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"Seduction," replied Margaux, which seemed to surprise the woman in front of me and even myself.

The offer I made to her came all of a sudden, unexpected even to me.

I was still torn when she arrived, unsure whether to let her work in Velvet Garden. I realized I couldn't allow it a minute after she stepped in.

It didn't feel right. The weight settled on me like a burden I couldn't shake.

Giving her the position of assistant madam might disrupt the chain of command, causing a ripple in its carefully balanced structure. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to let her go.

She was incredibly high level—one of the select few who could reach her status. Losing her would be a tremendous blow, a loss I couldn't afford. I knew I had to convince her, and that's when the idea struck me. The more I thought about it, the more perfect it seemed.

Even Margaux agreed with it, and her approval only solidified the plan in my mind.

"I must say, it's not something I ever envisioned before I came here," she laughed. Her laughter was light and beautiful, echoing in the room like a melody.

She is a beautiful woman. Elves are stunning, and she isn't more attractive than most. Instead, she has mastered her body, and every movement she makes carries a beautiful and seductive grace. Even the faintest shift of her posture seemed carefully crafted to captivate.

The woman in front of me looked to be in her mid-forties, about Margaux's age, though her appearance held a timeless quality. Her dark green hair framed her face in soft waves, and her almond-shaped green eyes seemed to shimmer with a quiet intensity.

She possessed the high cheekbones typical of elves, their sharpness only enhancing the elegance of her features. Her long, delicate, graceful neck held a subtle allure that almost begged to be kissed or bitten.

She wears a black dress that fits her beautifully and shows enough skin to leave one wanting more.

"The choice is yours, Miss Dawnstar," I said. I cannot force her. Only try to convince her.

She is ready to give up her successful business and life for a chance at progress. However, she will only change if it feels right for her.

"I want to reject it, my lord, but a small part of me is considering it. Please, give me some time to think it over," she finally said.

I felt a sense of relief, as I genuinely believed she would turn it down.

She didn't accept it, but she didn't reject it either, which gives me a glimmer of hope. This trip will be a resounding success if I can win her over.