Noon in Wangdu.
I'm in a noble neighborhood near the royal castle with the guild chief now.
The Guild Commander invited me to join him.
I won't put it in words, but in the meantime, it must have something to do with you being mad at me about the herbivore.
I can feel the care.
"That's an amazing mansion."
I peered through the grounds from outside the gate and sighed.
It feels like a grand nobleman's mansion.
In fact, the surroundings are aristocratic. Although I followed you, what business is there here?
This isn't a whorehouse.
You must have noticed my gaze, Guild Chief opened his mouth.
"What!"
Look around the surprise.
This is an aristocratic neighborhood. It's not a pleasure zone.
"I have a situation. The other day, the noblemen here took you down."
"Ha."
According to the Guild Commander's description, assets, everything, were confiscated to the mansion and the servants were stopped from hiring.
Unfortunately, unpaid wages remain unpaid.
And many of the servants, they didn't have the money in hand. Most of them were sent to their parents.
"Instead of going back to the local area, even the meal of the day was so unpredictable."
In so many circumstances, the deacon and the maid chief appealed for relief to the country that they said:
'For a month, you are free to use the mansion. In the meantime, let's make our own money. "
"That's pretty tough"
To my word, the guild leader shrugs his shoulders.
"Whatever happens to the servants of the crushed house, I'm not willing to help if I'm not interested. I was just saying."
"Shouldn't you just run away with your valuables and sell them off?
After shaking his head, the guild leader flies his gaze to the front door of the mansion.
Ahead, there were two figures armed with spears.
"I'm not a guard. If you discover that, you won't have to."
Put your gaze back on me and take the word for it.
"But I don't even have the power to start doing business. It's not like you can work in a day job."
If you ask me that much, I can guess.
"So, you're saying that you temporarily opened a whorehouse using maids who have difficulty working outside?"
But I feel something unexplained.
In this world, whorehouse women are a popular profession. In other words, if it is of high quality, it is also highly competitive.
Is it something that a woman without any training debuts and fulfills and customers come?
"For a short period of time, don't come."
The guild leader takes a view.
"Think about it. You're a real maid of honor, working for a grand nobleman's mansion. That's the trouble with the money, doing the whorehouse imitation for a limited time."
Laughing nigga, looking at me.
"What do you say, it's vivid? Is it not enough to attract the good guys?"
If you ask me, it sure is.
"Limited time, real made-to-measure hospitality event"
The sound of that word has something to do with the hearts of ordinary people like me.
(That's the head of the Merchant Guild. They are also good at marketing)
I'm impressed, yeah. I keep my head up and down.
"Let's go right away"
To the powerful words, the guild leader laughs.
Then he goes around the gate, passes the car spin, and walks to the front door.
Old goblins, not guild chiefs, who lead the way with exasperation.
Hang up the words as you follow behind them.
"I don't have anything that looks like a sign, but can I call customers now"
Even if you look around, you have nothing to do with them.
"It's like membership. The people of the country will be informed by those who are in good standing."
I was convinced when I was told.
They use seized mansions and household goods to make them do their jobs. If you welcome unidentified people as guests, theft can be frequent.
I'm guessing they're sorting out the customers.
(Can't you open it?)
We arrive at the front door with heavy doors, but the men on both sides are not moving.
He seems to be devoted to his duties as a guard.
I pull the door open with all my strength and pass the guild leader.
Beyond that is the entrance hall.
The floor is polished, black and white checked marble. The columns and walls are milky marble, reflecting softly the light of the day entering through the window.
(This is another luxurious construction)
He looked up at the ceiling to the point where his neck hurt as he leaked his exclamation breath.
Guild Leader prompted me to go back.
"You're from the Merchant Guild, aren't you? Welcome aboard."
A gentleman like Deacon bows his head, with his grey hair tightly stiffened with oil.
It would be a real butler.
At his signal, a shadow advances from the back. A skinny woman in her mid-fifties, dressed in chic made-up clothes.
Quite long. It wears a harsh atmosphere and has a taste such as a maid's length.
(No way, this guy's not your guy.)
I accidentally frowned and stared seriously at the maid's length crease line.
"Don't worry. It's not me."
be told in an administrative voice. Apparently, he was on his face.
It was awkward, and I turned away.
The maid length doesn't have the wind he cared about and starts explaining.
"Stay at your leisure for three hours from here."
Palm, point at the back of the hallway.
There I saw the light in the courtyard.
"It doesn't matter what they do, as long as you're the one wearing made-up clothes. But if you have customers, please talk to each other."
I snort.
Free style, not fixed one-on-one. It's the same as a whorehouse at the end of the century.
They're making payments here, and the guild leader is putting out a couple of gold coins.
"For both of you, I did get it."
I bowed my head because it seemed to luxury me.
Guided by our maid chief, we're going down the hall.
Beyond it was a courtyard, surrounded by buildings surrounded by the shapes of Lo.
"So now. Enjoy your stay."
I step into the courtyard listening to the maid chief's voice on my back.
(hey, that's a lot quieter)
Several groups of guests and maids were enjoying tea at the open cafe.
The maid endures customer pranks such as touching and turning while blushing.
Some have their faces buried between their knees, forcing them to serve, but from what I can tell, it's quiet.
(The system is the same, but it doesn't feel like an end-of-century whorehouse)
Over there, militants like you would be attacked if you had eyes.
This one, by contrast, is a moderate.
I stick my hand in my skirt and move my fingers and dye the maid's face to shame. And that's peeking up from the bottom with a nibble.
It doesn't mean which is better. It would be my personal preference.
When you do it well, you mean in a separate room.
From behind the door facing the hallway, you can hear only a few murmuring noises and murmurs.
If I want to get it out, I'll probably move over there.
First, we decided to circle the courtyard along the corridor to observe the situation.
"Why do you always do that!
"Sorry"
From behind the bend, I hear voices like that.
A gentle peek, that's the linen room.
A young woman in maid clothes is falling in front of a Guest-like man. And on the floor, a few towels were scattered.
"Come on, come here! I'll punish you."
A little fatter man, slightly younger than me, lays on one knee and slaps his maid's ass flat-handed from the top of his skirt.
The sound of saying pasin and the voice of an unmixed maid of pain echoes.
(To the dodgy maid who just fails, I wonder if it's your husband who will punish you)
I ask him how he's doing while he snorts.
Little fat brother cheeks up and waves again. The nostrils are wide open and triangular with no heart or eyes.
"Look! More."
"Forgive me, my lord"
Quite a reality. Could it have actually been in these eyes?
(Sounds fun and most importantly)
I look at my hands. And I imagined the feeling of soft, massive hips that I would feel when I slapped them, and I nodded.
Then I wander around, watching what the guests do.
(Overall, very soft)
That's what I think.
There are no events in the entire courtyard that would echo the scream.
There was a time for quiet, unlikely to be a whorehouse.
This is now a fresh experience. One more thing, I spread the word.
(Then it's time for me too)
Looking around, there's one maid at the edge of the garden, cleaning. Fortunately, there are no other customers.
I stopped nearby and looked at him, and he was an unspoiled child of blindfolded lactating milk.
(Let's be this girl)
The type you don't see much in a whorehouse, but it's so novel.
I turn around behind my back and put my right hand on my blindfolded maid's ass from the top of my skirt.
Vikri, but nothing seems to resist.
I slip my palm up and down as I put my middle finger up.
(Because of that. Let me show you my moves)
Only the act of holding your butt with one hand allows you to reach a blindfolded maid.
If you do that, you'll definitely get attention.
I'm human, too. Sometimes, I want to feel good.
(Demon Eye Activated)
Occasionally, a circulation of light rises in the body of the blindfolded maid.
I caught it accurately and kept clutching my ass.
Sweet paralysis, a blindfolded maid whose knees tremble.
She leaned against the wall and then collapsed to the floor.
(lean ass but this is good again)
Enjoy the feel and keep touching it.
"I can't! I can't."
Finally, the blindfolded maid starts running away on all fours. It's lactating, so there's nothing to shake about when you look down.
With a nasty laugh on my face, I chase my ass with my right hand. And I persevered.
"I really can't do it anymore! Ahhh!"
Suddenly the blindfolded maid raises her voice like strangling a chicken.
And as he lay on the floor to crumble, he shook his body as he sifted.
From the edge of his mouth, he is drooling and groaning.
(Amateur-like reaction. Uncle, I can't stop)
My hand still won't stop.
"Ugh."
The blindfolded maid glances at a large extent. And it stopped working.
(Well, this would be the place)
When I feel my gaze and look around me, my attention is focused on me as expected.
What is in its eyes is definitely respect.
I stretched my chest up gently and my nose stretched high.
(Which, let it out once)
I can't seem to get a blindfolded maid, so I'll look for something else.
A maid with no guests got into my eyes, so I quickly approached her.
I guess I figured they were after me. The red-haired maid fell behind. But soon, my back hits the hallway wall.
Looking back, I checked the walls, redhead. I just put my face back, and you and I have perfect eyes.
"Nice to meet you"
To my nasty grin, red-haired hair that returns a pulled smile.
He turned his hand around her waist and took her to a private room.
(Tastes good, that's normal)
Red-haired, tense young body. I think as I poke it from the front.
However, I was concerned about the correctness of the fold and the fact that it went too far.
As a servant working in an aristocratic hall, I can see that it is well educated.
(That maid chief, I saw pretty tough)
When I was thinking about it, the redhead stuck to me.
"I'm sorry. I beg your pardon."
Sue with a chopped voice.
Immediately afterwards, a vibration came from under my belly to inform me of the incoming email.
I wasn't there yet, so I keep holding her back and twitching to be sensitive and resisting.
"... forgive me"
I won't tolerate it.
Ten minutes later, I leave my private room in a refreshing mood.
Red hair, big letters on the bed.
Leave her, leave the room behind.
When I went out into the hallway, there was some noise.
(What's this?
A male and female shout echoes in the courtyard.
There's no such thing as a quiet library.
The guests are turning their faces to the corner of the garden as they blurt.
(What's happening)
I rush out to the courtyard. And the sight in his eyes only gave him a big face.
Time goes back as far as the guild chief and Tauro go down the hallway guided by the maid chief.
"So now. Enjoy your stay."
Watching Tauro walk into the garden looking around, the maid chief gives a bow of grace and starts walking back down the hallway.
But the guild chief walks next to the maid chief with him. And while the maid's long ass.
"Um, no pranks, please"
The maid chief tries to shake his hand off, but the guild chief's right hand persists in touching his ass.
"What can I do to someone wearing made-up clothes?
To the words of the guild chief, the maid chief answers with a kicking look.
"I have a job to guide."
"You can leave that stuff to that butler. At any rate, there will be guests without a pull."
That said, the guild chief holds something in the maid chief's hand.
It was a good number of gold coins.
Remaining silent, the maid length stares at the gold coin in her hand.
"I don't think there's any storage even though the maid is long. But what about the others?
Guild leaders continue.
"Young people with low incomes. The one who sent a maid to the house and supported his parents' household. You might be in trouble."
The words change the look of the maid director.
"If that's all, I'll help you."
"... ok. If you'll excuse me, I'll take care of you."
Maid length to close her eyes and answer nagging.
To that appearance, the guild leader smiles nicely.
And immediately the guild chief let his small body slip into the long skirt of the maid length.
"Oh, hey, please don't"
From inside, I hear a fun laugh, saying ho ho ho ho.
Apparently, he started pranking inside, and the maid chief held onto the front and back of his skirt with his hands, desperately trying to guard him. But it's not very unprotected.
"Look, keep going to the courtyard."
"Oh, no."
"It's not your husband's order. If you don't listen to me, this is where I'm going."
"Huh! I get it. Okay, so please don't, sir."
The maid length travels to the courtyard with her skirt inflated as she tides her entire face in shame.
Did they take you off inside, you're not gonna be able to walk.
"If you get down on your knees, it's a cage. I know."
The maid manager manages to grab onto the handrail in the courtyard.
I grabbed it desperately, and even continued to endure the fingers and tongue wielded in my skirt.
Skilled technique of a crossing guild leader. Finally, the maid length breaks down.
I was unable to continue to support my weight, and I knelt down to fall off.
"Ugh, uh-huh."
A made-up length that nods and trembles your body.
Soon after, from inside the skirt, a guild leader with underwear on his head crawls out.
"In a cage."
Even with those words in his ear, the maid length blushed her cheeks with a creeping line and only looked back with a hot gaze.
Time moves to where Tauro pulls out a bottle and comes out into the courtyard, and the viewpoint also moves to Tauro.
(Wow)
I blushed for a reason.
Because old men and old women were playing hard in a section of the courtyard that got taller.
Of course, their identities are guild and maid lengths.
(literally, it's eye poison)
I threw myself on the shelf and commented.
The guild length that turns up the long skirt of the maid length and clings from behind.
And he blames the maid chief with words as he uses a full body spring to back and forth violently.
"Damn, I would have been a tough maid length!
The maid shakes her head to deny as she grabs onto the handrail.
"Look, this isn't the courtyard! Those tough maid chiefs are exposing themselves to this kind of insanity in front of the maids they raised. What the hell are you gonna do later, make excuses?
The maid length turns bright red on the words and begs you to give me a break. But the voice was ridden with plenty of honey of excitement.
"We'll see! Everybody, watch! Open your eyes, open your mouth, and I'll look at you with a frightened look!
"I'm impatient."
"Look, that respectful, fearful maid of honor keeps her beastly voice up like this."
It's a commercially polished talk technique that doesn't stir up the shame of the made-up.
Shame play outdoors with a small old man and a long-time maid chief stepping into an old man.
Guild chief is right, some maids are stunned by the look of it.
(Return to your room)
Kind of mentally, I can't keep looking. The same goes for keeping asking.
Besides, in that way, stop blaming the maid chief until he can't move.
The two shame plays in the courtyard are going to last for a while now.
(Sounds like a guild leader hobby)
Sigh, I reach out to the maid I was close to.
And he went into another private room, listening to the cries of the joyful maid chief, heard from behind.