I've been searching this place for HOURS.
HOURS YOU HEAR ME!?
Genuine fucking hours. I searched down first, followed the prostitute cause, I mean, I DON'T KNOW OKAY! And if she went somewhere, that was probably somewhere with clues, good info, or a place people WILLINGLY come to, so a hub of popularity.
And usually.
In hubs of popularities.
There's good info, there's good reason people go there.
So I started there, slinked down the stairs like some sort of slime, following my flow, I continued down the stairs, who, I FOR SURE, now know goes down into the ground. The dug a lot. Which only fed my desire for adventure even more, I WANTED to see what's down there.
So I got down. And the surroundings started to change, the velvety fur on the wall started to dissapear, to show wet wooden walls, and a soapy strawberry scent, that I'll admit, I enjoyed. Because strawberries are tasty.
Best fruits.
I kept going down and do-!
And turned around without any hesitation when I realized that they were bath.
Yeah. Yeah. Don't ask. Communial bath, a place on the right for women, therefore prostitutes, and one place on the left for men. And therefore clients and.
Wait.
They let homeless bathe here?
That was the question I was asking myself when I saw the left door leading to the men's bath open. And my question gets answered really fast by a man coming out in fresh looking clothes. They don't look awesome like my cloak, but they aren't ripped apart and dirty, this guy i-!
WAIT THAT'S THE GUY I HID BEHIND!
Don't ask me why, but I know for sure, this dumb little face, and this curved nose. This guy.
IT'S THE GUY I HID BEHIND TO GET IN THE BROTHEL!
Seeing that kinda broke my mind for a second. He was a homeless, I know it, and I'm sure of it. And...those clothes.
THEY AREN'T THE CLOTHES HE HAD BEFORE!
....
Well.
That's.
You know? Thinking about it. It kinda makes sense they give the customer a bath before fucking their girls, especially when they're homeless that accumulate filth from a lifetime of living in the street.
When the man left. I followed him because I was curious, but I stopped when he pulled the door leading to the fireplace place. The lobby. and left.
I had more things to do there before leaving and inspecting the staff door and all.
And this thought of mine?
I'm starting to regret it.
Because really? THERE'S NOTHING INTERESTING IN THIS FUCKING BROTHEL!
IT'S A BROTHEL NEBE! WHAT DID YOU EXPECTED FOR FUCK SAKE!
I DON'T KNOW MAN! BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT TO LOSE MY SOUL WHENEVER I OPENED A RANDOM DOOR, THE UNLOCKED ONES! BECAUSE YES, SOME DOORS ARE FUCKING LOCKED! AND I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT PEOPLE ARE DOING IN THERE!
I...don't.
I saw too much.
My baby brain isn't built to handle that.
Urgh.
That was.
Sick and twisted.
Sick. People are SICK! I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THINGS LIKE THAT IN MY PREVIOUS LIFE! NEVER NEVER AGAIN!
Thankfully. Pushing the doors didn't always result in trauma.
After all, sometimes. I heard or saw interesting things. For example, in one of the first doors I opened in the hallway, I had some fun doing the same thing I did in the library. Against Okari. Shoved the flow dripping from every pores of the fur around me on the wooden door, and slowly pushed it open to make sure nobody would notice I spied on them.
And as I did that. I noticed some things.
For a first. There were some prostitutes that passed the time alone inside their room getting ready, putting some makeup, but that's not what's REALLY interesting.
What's really interesting is what happened later, when I opened a random door. Two women.
A blond haired one. That was not my mother. And another, black haired one. They looked pretty good, even if they could fade in the background without the makeup and skimpy clothes. Those women, were chilling in the room.
Who had the same design as the other rooms I already opened. A comfy looking double bed against the wall, a bedside table where right now, in that room, some make up tools and a water bottle was resting.
The girls were busy putting on some make up, sharing a single handheld mirror. But when the blond one finished, and gave the mirror to black hair, she did something that piqued my interest.
Yes.
She slapped her shoulder in a hurry, and said "Be faster, we need to go now!"
This didn't sound....that interesting in a brothel context. They could be talking about a lot of places they needed to go to.
But.
With everything I heard today in that brothel, I started to doubt it.
Both of the girls turned around and left the room, I decided to give them a wide berth as they closed the door and did a beeline to the right. Where the second hallway to the right of the stairs stayed, similar to the one I was in, with a lot of doors.
Without much else to do. I decided to follow them.
Soon enough, between my sliding on the rug, their footsteps, and the surrounding muffled silence, I discerned something else.
Another pair of footsteps.
It belonged to a man I already know, he was the staff that opened the door for the homeless man that just came out of the bath in front of me a second ago.
The man was walking in the hallway. Alone. A box of matchstick in his hands, he took off one of the paper lantern hanging on the wall, this one dark, and lit it up again.
The girls and him didn't acknowledge each other as we passed just in front of him, not even a nod. Nonetheless, when the man was finished with the lantern. He turned around, and started leading the way.
When I figured out that he was INDEED leading the way, and that something weird was going on, that was when the man, drifted.
Literally.
He was walking.
Three people behind him -one invisible- and without any hesitation, he drifted mid step, got in front of a door, and took out a fucking METAL PIN FROM WHO KNOWS WHERE! He shoved it in the lock, and in less that a fucking second, a random locked door on our right was open.
The girls didn't even react. They just followed him inside.
And me.
...me I was staring. At the open door.
They entered. And I found myself staring as he close-! My foot pushes against the ground and with a slick slide, flowing like water, my wide cloak not even brushing against the man as I contort myself between the thighs of the blond woman, the door, and the man. I get inside without touching anyone.
The man freezes.
He looks at the door he was about to close.
The blond woman who just entered keep walking, I tilt to avoid brushing her, the only one far away from me is the black haired woman who's sitting on an empty bed.
"What are you doing?"
The blond woman says that. Her head turned over her shoulder to stare at the man.
The man stares at the door. Down. At the ground, he stares for a long moment. His eyebrows furrowed "I...fe-!"
The black haired woman sighs before throwing her high heels away "Do we have the time?"
The man frowns again, sigh, and give up whatever made him freeze before closing the door fully. "No we don't, they're rounding up the homelesses quicker than expected, he's coming soon"
The blond woman. Who was finally resting against the wall, arms crossed under her chest, tense again before sighing like the most exhausted woman in the entire world.
"Really?"
The tone she uses make it clear that she's hoping he's lying.
And it also makes me stand very fucking still close to a wall on a corner of the room, far away from everyone. Making sure nobody can stumble on me.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I STUMBLED ON!?