After an hour of wandering the streets of Ironside, Rya found the brothel. She was excited and nervous at the same time. She wasn't sure what would happen once she was inside, but she was going to try to stay as calm and collected as possible.

On the outside of the building, a large sign hung above the entrance. It read 'Bella's Place' in bold, red lettering. The building was large and seemed to be tucked in tight between the neighboring structures.

She glanced furtively in all directions, searching for any prying eyes, but the coast seemed clear as she attempted to conceal her pointed, dark elven ears beneath the cover of her hooded cloak.

'Okay, the coast is clear. Time to show those goddesses that they can't change me!' Rya thought to herself with determination.

As Rya walked towards the entrance, she couldn't help but notice the cacophony of voices and music emanating from inside. The lively sounds only served to heighten her already mounting nervousness.

She reached out for the handle of one of the large double doors but hesitated.

'I-I can do this! This is my moment to show myself that I am truly a man on the inside and that I am still the same Ryan I have always known!' Rya thought as she pushed open the door.

Upon her arrival, Rya was enveloped by the melodic strains of music and the infectious sounds of laughter. Stepping into the brothel, she was struck by the grandeur of the interior. The walls were adorned with luxurious red silk drapes, and the floors boasted a rich, polished hardwood finish.

In a charmingly rustic setting, a well-stocked bar displayed an impressive assortment of wine and liquor bottles, while artfully arranged tables showcased an enticing array of cheeses and fruits.

Rya had always wondered what a brothel would look like in a fantasy world, and this was nothing like the ones she had imagined. The brothel was a warm, welcoming place filled with cheerful people. It didn't feel sleazy or seedy, and it didn't look cheap either.

'Wow, this place is actually nice. It's not like those creepy places I've heard about,' Rya thought, her mind eased.

Rya glanced around the room, observing the eclectic mix of individuals. The space was teeming with men in tailored suits and extravagant attire, some even masked, adding an air of mystery. In contrast, the women exuded elegance with their flowing locks and revealing dresses, creating a captivating and alluring atmosphere.

Rya observes that certain individuals are casting longing glances at the girls while others seem to be directing their gazes in her direction.

'Ew! If I'm not careful, some dude might try and get me into a room with him,' Rya thought, feeling a sense of unease.

While she stood there in the foyer, a curvaceous, fine-skinned beauty approached her. She looked older than the rest but had a mature look that was alluring. Her long, dark hair flowed gracefully down her back, and her piercing hazel eyes conveyed a sense of wisdom. She was clad in a sleek black outfit and exuded an aura of authority, giving off the impression of being a person in charge.

"Whoa, is that Bella? This place definitely has some interesting characters. I wonder how much it costs to hire an escort," Rya thought as she scanned the room, hoping to find someone intriguing, while the woman in black approached her.

"Welcome to Bella's Place. My name is Bella. I'm the proprietor of this establishment. Is there anything I can help you with?" Bella greeted Rya. She looked at Rya with interest. It's been a while since she's hired some new blood that was as beautiful as the hooded woman in front of her.

Rya could feel her cheeks burn as she stuttered out her reply.

"H-Hi...Um, yes. I was wondering how much it would cost for an escort?" Rya replied nervously.

"Huh? I thought you were here looking for work... Interesting... Not many women like to play with players from the same team. Well, a girl like you would cost anywhere from 50 to 200 silver coins an hour... Are you sure you don't want to work here, Miss? Your body type and face are just perfect," Bella said as she looked Rya over.

Rya could feel the heat rising to her face and knew that she was blushing profusely.

'L-Like hell! I may have a vagina, but I'm still a man on the inside. Why would I want other guys to touch me when Quin is more than enough!? GAH! I mean... I just don't want to be touched. This isn't me!' Rya thought, blushing hard.

"I-I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested," Rya replied.

"Very well, then. Is there anyone specific that you're interested in seeing tonight? Or are you open to anyone, Miss?" Bella asked, trying to mask her disappointment.

"Uhh... My name is Rya. And no, I don't know yet. I've never been to a brothel before." Rya said shyly.

"Why am I feeling so jittery? It's not like my actual name is Rya. I'm probably just overthinking it. I'll chat with some people and see if I can find someone who really clicks with me." Rya pondered as she scanned the room, hoping to find another intriguing woman that she could hire for an hour or two.

"No problem at all! We've got plenty of staff members who can assist you in selecting your escort. Feel free to take a look," the manager assured.

Rya confidently nodded as she set off to find an escort. "I'd appreciate your assistance," she said with a determined look in her eyes.

Bella smiled, "Well, you can follow me this way, Miss Rya."

Rya followed Bella across the crowded room. As they passed through the throngs of people, Rya couldn't help but notice how every man's gaze seemed to linger on her. Her old self wanted to be disgusted by the attention, but now, she felt a rush of pride and a bit of excitement from the lustful stares directed her way.

'Ew! Just, eww! I hate that my new body is making me feel this way. Ugh... Why did I decide to come here again? Ah, that's right! To prove to the goddesses and myself that I'm a man on the inside. Now, where are the fine ladies!?' Rya thought, ignoring the perverts and scouring the room for any female escorts.

After navigating across the room, they entered a softly illuminated lounge adorned with an array of plush chairs and sofas. Rya's attention was drawn to a group of striking women, each adorned in alluring attire, engaged in lively conversations, laughter, and playful interactions with some of the patrons.

"These are some of the girls that we have available. If you have any questions, just let me know," Bella stated, motioning toward the group.

Rya couldn't help but be enamored by the sight before her. The women were all incredibly attractive and possessed unique beauty. But she was having a problem. A major problem.

'W-Why am I not feeling excited? All these women are sexy! Maybe it's because I don't have a dick?' Rya wondered with confusion and worry.

Her eyes lingered on a gorgeous young woman who was dressed in a strapless, red corset that accentuated her voluptuous curves and a short, black skirt that left little to the imagination. And no matter how hard Rya tried to get aroused, her body wasn't responding.

'What the fuck!? Come on! Do something! Anything! Damnit, I don't understand! I was a guy not long ago! Why can't I get excited!?... I need to calm down. There are many options here. I just need to pace myself and remember what type of women I was attracted to before I transformed into a female dark elf.' Rya thought with frustration.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves before stepping into the company of escorts. The room buzzed with a diverse crowd of human and dwarf companions, each emanating a distinct aura. Rya couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness as she surveyed the scene, searching for someone who piqued her interest.

She observed a figure that stood apart from the crowd. The individual had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and was clad in a form-fitting white dress that accentuated her physique. Rya couldn't help but notice the woman's ample cleavage and exposed midriff. While her bust appeared to be of D-cup proportions or even larger, her thighs also seemed substantial. Under ordinary circumstances, this person would have been Rya's ideal type, but for some reason, she didn't feel the usual excitement.

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'This should be the type of woman that I'm interested in! Why am I not getting excited?' Rya thought while she was puzzled by her body's lack of reaction.

"Is everything alright, miss?" a voice asked from behind.

Rya's heart skipped a beat as she jumped. Turning around, she found Bella standing next to her.

"Oh, y-yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking. So, I was wondering, is that lady available?" Rya asked, pointing toward the woman.

Rya definitely didn't feel the usual surge of excitement that typically accompanied the prospect of getting a partner. Instead, an overwhelming sense of nausea threatened to overtake her, but she summoned all her willpower to compose herself.

'Am I really this nervous? That has to be it. I'm just nervous because I haven't been to a brothel before.' Rya said to herself.

The Dark Elf attempted to conceal her nervousness, putting on a facade of composure. She was keenly aware that any display of unease might arouse suspicions about her intentions.

"I think I'm interested in the one with the ponytail," Rya said, trying to sound confident.

"An excellent choice, Miss Rya... Miss Liria is well versed in all manners of pleasure and is a favorite amongst our clientele. Allow me to make the arrangements for your appointment. You can wait here, and she will be here soon," Bella said before walking away.

Rya watched as the establishment's proprietor strode confidently across the room, making her way toward the young woman.

'Why can't I feel the excitement that I usually do when I see an attractive woman?... Maybe when I see her naked, I'll feel different. Yeah, that's right! If I see her naked, I'll be turned on for sure!' Rya thought, trying to convince herself.

Rya stood nervously, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her escort. While she was waiting, Rya looked around to make sure she wasn't being stared at. As she scanned the room, she noticed it was full of men and women dressed in fancy clothes. Some of the men wore suits, and the women wore short skirts. It was clear that the establishment catered to a higher class of society.

'Okay, calm down, Ryan. Just be confident and remember what you came here for, to prove that I'm still a man and enjoy fucking hot girls!... I can do this!' Rya thought.

In an attempt to appear nonchalant, she leaned against the bar counter, hoping to seem relaxed. After what seemed like an eternity, Bella returned with the woman with the ponytail in tow.

"Miss Rya, I'd like you to meet Miss Liria," Bella said with a smile.

The youthful woman with a sleek ponytail gazed at Rya with warmth and flashed a bright, friendly smile.

Liria's beauty was captivating, whether seen up close or from afar. Her long, lustrous black hair cascaded down past her shoulders, elegantly tied in a ponytail. Her almond-shaped eyes held mesmerizing yellow flecks framed by long, thick eyelashes. Her skin had a creamy tan hue, and her lips were smooth and soft.

"Miss Liria's rates are 200 silver an hour. We ask that you don't kiss the girls while you're inside the establishment, and she can say no to certain kinks," the manager said.

Rya swiftly reached for her purse, the leather feeling cool to the touch as she fumbled for the drawstrings. With a determined tug, she revealed the glint of 200 silver coins nestled within.

"That won't be a problem," Rya said with a smile, handing over the 200 silver pieces.

Bella counted the coins carefully and then tucked them away in her pocket before giving a satisfied nod.

"Thank you, Miss Rya... Liria, take the client to room 11. And please tell one of the staff or me if you have any requests for food or drink. We want our clients to have the best experience," Bella instructed the escort before walking away.

Liria nodded, "Yes, Mistress Bella. Miss Rya, please follow me." She led Rya to the back of the building, where all the private rooms were located.

The hallway opened into a large room where dozens of women were. Each one was wearing lingerie that showed off their cleavage. If Rya had worn that lingerie, she would have put them to shame, as she was bustier and curvier than all of them, but Rya swore she wouldn't be caught dead wearing one of those things.

"Here are the rooms for our female clients. We don't use them much, but they are as nice as any other private room within Bella's Place," Liria said.

As she stepped into the hallway, a hush fell over the room. It was as if time stood still, and every pair of eyes in the vicinity was fixed on her. She couldn't help but notice the weight of their collective gaze as she absorbed the scene before her.

'Why are they all staring at me? Am I that ugly or something?' Rya thought.

Rya trailed behind Lirie as they made their way through the door labeled with the number 11 and entered a secluded, private room. The room was furnished with an ornate bed, a small vanity, and a cushioned chair. The walls were painted a dark purple, and the floors were covered with lush carpet. In the corner, a warm fireplace crackled, casting a cozy glow throughout the room. The flickering flames danced, accompanied by the soft illumination of several lit candles, creating a welcoming ambiance for all to enjoy.

"Is this the first time you've visited a brothel, Miss?" Liria asked as she walked towards the bed.

Rya lowered herself into the plush armchair and let out a deep, weary sigh.

"I-It is," Rya replied nervously, averting her gaze.

"You're very pretty, Miss. I bet a lot of guys would love to be with you. What brought you here?"

"I-I needed to figure out something about myself," Rya stammered, averting her gaze.

"Is there anything in particular you wanted to do, or did you just want to get a taste of it?"

"I-I don't know... Hey? Why were all those escorts looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?" Rya asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Liria chuckled.

"No, you're fine. It's not because of anything you've done. It's just that you're here, and most of us are used to having male clientele, not female. But don't worry about it. I'll get you settled in," Liria said reassuringly.

'Ah, that makes sense. Oh, crap! I-I forgot that I need to tell her about my... race.' Rya thought, blushing.

"Wait!" Rya blurted out.

Liria stopped short of reaching for the buckle of her own underwear and turned her attention to Rya.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, "Before we begin... I need to tell you something about me..."

"Go ahead, Miss. You can tell me anything," Liria replied with a gentle smile.

"I'm not a human. Will that be a problem?" Rya asked, averting her gaze and looking down at her hands.

"Oh? So, you're an elf. Are you a wood elf or a high elf, Miss?" Liria asked, tilting her head slightly.

Rya shook her head, "Close... I'm a dark elf, and I just don't want you to freak out and say I'm evil or something like that when you see my ears."

Liria's curiosity was piqued. She had never laid eyes on a dark elf, and the tales she had heard about them only fueled her fascination. "Really? You're a Dark Elf? Can you take your cloak off and show me?"

Rya let out a heavy sigh, anticipating the inevitable moment. With a resigned gesture, she pushed back the hood of her cloak, revealing her striking snow-white hair, warm brown skin, and elegantly pointed ears.

Liria's eyes widen in disbelief as she catches sight of Rya, but she quickly composes herself and snatches the cloak from her. "A Dark Elf," she murmurs under her breath, locking eyes with Rya.

'Shit. I should have known she would freak out and call me evil. Well, there's no turning back now. She'll probably want to stop.' Rya thought.

"W-Well, now that you know what I am, is this a problem? Because I can go," Rya said, looking at Liria with a bit of worry.

Liria smirked, "I've never been with a dark elf before, but that doesn't mean I'm opposed to it. In fact, I'm rather curious. Do you crave power, like all the stories say? Have you come here to seek the power of the gods, or are you a warrior of the old gods, seeking vengeance upon the light?"

'What? Is that the bullshit they're spreading about Dark Elves?... Well?... I mean, I don't know if that is true since I've only met Yoona and her elves about a week ago, but Nils and Nebulus don't strike me as Goddesses who want their followers to be evil and conquer the world. Ugh... I need to find out who's been spreading these stories.' Rya thought.

Rya's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she gazed at Liria and asked, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, the dark elves have always been considered evil. Many of us worship the goddess Iyomelka, who is known as the goddess of light, justice, and balance, and said that creatures like dark elves are evil and crave the power to unbalance the world," Liria replied, gazing at her inquisitively.

Rya didn't believe a word of it, but she couldn't say that.

"Is that part of the Church's teachings? To hate Dark Elves?"

Liria shook her head. "No, but many people believe it. I think it was a warning from a different race, but I'm having trouble remembering who it was," She said, rubbing her chin in thought.

'So it wasn't something that was spread by Iyomelka... Well, that is good to know... But that means someone else is spreading the weird rumors about Dark Elves, which could be even more dangerous. But I shouldn't think about that right now. I need to relax and figure out my new body. This is a brothel, and I'm not here to worry about things like this.'

"So, do I fit that description? Do I seem like an evil Dark Elf?" Rya asked.

"I'm not sure, but you're different. You don't seem like the typical dark elf... Are you sure that you're a dark elf? Couldn't you be a wood elf with a darker complexion?"

Rya's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Absolutely not! I'm a dark elf! Why would I deceive you? As a dark elf, I've always been puzzled by the rumors that paint us as evil beings. It's quite the opposite - most dark elves simply prefer to live in isolation, including myself. Where did you hear those misconceptions about them?"

Liria gave Rya a quizzical look before she really tried to recall the last time she remembered hearing these stories, "Hmm? We've been told these stories since we were children. I think those stories have been around for generations. They must have come from somewhere."

'Generations?... Of fucking course, these stories have been around for centuries. Or could they be lies? Is there a reason why someone created these lies? Whoever spread the rumors has done an excellent job of keeping them alive, but why would they care enough to do so? Grrr! You know what? It won't be my problem when I return to my old human self. There is nothing I can do to stop this, especially when I've never heard any of them before. All I can do is focus on myself, and that's to prove that Nils and Nebulus are full of shit! Time to get laid!'

Rya put this matter to rest for now and turned her attention back to Liria. "Well, let's move on. Are you ready?"

"Of course, Miss. But may I ask? Do female dark elves prefer the company of females?... I find it odd. Plus, I've never heard of a dark elf preferring to have sex with humans before. Are you sure it's not a fetish or something?"

Rya felt a mixture of embarrassment and irritation wash over her simultaneously.

"Hey!? I don't need your judgment. I just need to prove something to myself. Let's get started. I've got you for an hour tonight."

"Alright, but just remember that no one will judge you. Just relax, Miss."

Liria sat down next to Rya and reached out for her hand. Her delicate fingers wrapped around Rya's hand, sending a bit of anxiety surging through her.

'This is it. I'm going to have sex with a female human... I mean, a woman. Okay, relax, Ryan. It's okay to be nervous, but just remember that this is just a temporary thing. I'll soon return to normal. So, stop thinking about the consequences. And stop thinking about what people will say. Just do it. This is just another part of the process. Nothing more. If anyone has a problem with it, then fuck 'em!' Rya thought, trying to psych herself up for the task at hand.