Faust's cloudy eyes looked at the old brothel keeper. She was quite old, but one could still see traces of her youthful charms and a hint of familiar features in her brows and eyes.
"Do you know Lilith?" Faust asked the old brothel keeper, mentioning the name of a talented student he once knew. However, before she could become his student, she was abducted, and by the time Faust discovered, her daughter had already become the courtesan here.
The old brothel keeper was a bit surprised and asked, "Do you know my mother?"
Faust fell silent momentarily, then smiled, his lips curling upwards. He was laughing, displaying the largest arc of a smile in his life to the elderly brothel keeper, but his eyes only carried sadness and pain.
"Sir, do you require special services?" The owner tentatively approached Faust. "Leah is my daughter and the courtesan here. We can serve you together, hoping you might take pity for knowing my mother and... take Leah as your maid."
