Jayanne is built in the first class of Wangdu Pleasure Street. It is the finest whorehouse, counted among the three houses.
I was walking down the hallway on the second floor, lending my shoulders to Teaching Little Inspector.
"You don't have to force me to drop you off"
Enjoy the feel of dark hair hitting your cheeks, while turning your hands on your thin willow hips and whispering in your ears.
"No, that's not why I'm going. And it's okay now, because you can walk alone."
Teaching Patron Light answers, but the footsteps are irresistible. My skin was trendy and the breath on me was hot.
"I wonder if it's true."
With a look I don't believe in, I'll gently let go of my body. Teaching light patrol teacher's knees shook out so gaudy that he was about to crouch his hand into the wall.
"Look, look, I can't"
Take it where it's at stake and lend me your shoulder again.
Teaching Patron Light had lost his hips in an earlier play.
(Sensitivity is rising day by day)
I started this year with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei in Hundred Days. It was still halfway down the road, but it was clearly weakening from the way through.
Goal incredibly easy compared to the first day. For better or worse, you've come to tame me.
What is going on at the dawn when the hundred days have passed? I am worried.
(When it's painful, I hope you say it)
The first round of the day kept blaming me for drowning. Later, he said he had reached it several times along the way.
If there's a sign of intent that it's the limit, I'll stop it immediately. But Teaching Little Inspector, he doesn't do it.
(Is it professional insistence)
The only thing declaring an absolute ban is the use of the back door. If you say the opposite, I won't reject it as long as I use canonical.
So if I don't pay attention myself, this is how I overdo it.
(But the reaction is too cute to stop)
A clear woman shy yet moisturizes her eyes and speaks out. Soon, it's going to have to take me to the next round.
The result is the current state of 'I can't walk alone'. Still, it's a fine thing because we're going to drop it off in the lobby.
"Liar, the teacher looks like that"
"I can't believe it, how did you get there"
This word comes from the wrong women. They are walking alongside their male guests and are about to enter a private room.
Teaching light patrol teacher, by the way, is also called 'teacher' by older people. From strength and track record, it would be natural.
Jaanne seems to be thriving today, above all.
(Whoa)
From across the hallway, a gleaming sideline of proportions walked in. He is holding hands with a middle-aged man next door and a lover's grip.
"Thanks for the other day."
The person I spoke to was the old man next door, not the sideline. He is the chest-haired gentleman I met at the reception hotel.
"No, this way."
The chest-haired gentleman smiled back and said hello, then glanced at Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, who is gnawing next to me.
When I shrugged my shoulders, I smiled bitterly.
"Absolutely not. You'll lose confidence."
Moving his gaze with a glimpse of laughter, the decoy sideline stared at Teaching Light Patrol Sensei. No heart or blue face.
The chest-haired gentleman seems to have noticed something, bending a single eyebrow. And I put my hand in front of me, holding my lover's hand.
"Look. She's shaking."
He jokes and tells me what to do to scare him, but there's nothing I can do about it.
When I nearly opened my mouth to say something back, the next instructor, Professor Light Patrol, jumped bikun.
"Ah."
This is my voice. Teaching light patrol teacher, suddenly clinging, shuddered herself silently and exhaled from her distorted mouth.
He had a bad time touching his hips and chest while lending him his shoulders.
(Er)
If you want to hang out on the sideline, you're hiding on the back of a chest-haired gentleman.
When my eyes met, I raised my voice 'hiccup' low, and I lay down my face.
It's horrible.
With a troubled look, a chest-haired gentleman shaking his head small to the left and right. I went to the lobby with no words and Teaching Inspector Light in my arms.
"Dear Tauro, it seems that the Merchant Alliance is calling you."
Shortly after I went down to the lobby and was dropped off by Teacher Fluffy's Teaching Light Patrol. A concierge who came to pass on a message.
(Calling? No way, it's not another hotel.)
Last time, it was from an emergency call to an impolite lecture. That was funny with that one, but it's not like going on.
"Okay, thank you"
Thanks in the meantime, I left the store and started walking east on Boulevard.
Cross Central Square and arrive at Merchant Guild.
Straight to the Guild Leader's Office on the third floor, knock and enter the room.
"With your call."
It's something I'm totally used to, and I don't have any guidance from the staff. It is a facial path.
"Oh, just yeah. We're all here now."
Grandpa Goblin, your guild leader invites you, and I sit back on the couch as I am told.
I looked around and noticed there was an unfamiliar middle-aged woman.
(This aunt, like I saw somewhere)
Besides me sitting in the reception set, the guild leader and the deputy guild leader. Besides, he is the chief, the strong old man, and the mysterious aunt.
(yes, definitely a real estate representative)
It reminds me of a big, thick book, placed on my aunt's lap.
When I rented my current house, he was the one who showed me around looking for property. It has been a long time.
When I saw him gently, he bowed his head back.
"Then chief. I was wondering if you would pass on the consultation you received from the bishops of the eastern countries."
In a low, rich voice that often passes, I said a deputy guild chief resembling Santa Claus. The strong old man replies and starts talking.
"I want the Virgin to take her first experience at a women's whorehouse in Wangdu. I'd like you to introduce me to the Merchant Guild. That's it."
No wonder we make the whorehouse consultation a merchant guild. Both men and women sell spring because they are under the jurisdiction of the Merchant Alliance.
The guild chief and the deputy guild chief, both just put their arms together and beard together, and say nothing.
So I said what I wondered.
"Can we do such an important event outside the country?"
The whorehouse is a social place for gentlemen and ladies. If it is to be considered the first experience, or debut of the social world, it will also be held in a whorehouse.
However, in other countries, the foreign opponent did not fall in love.
(Hmm? Could it be)
And so I think of something.
"There are no whorehouses in the east."
In retrospect, I've never heard of it. Even in the divine match, the women competing were nuns and the men were nuns.
To my question, the guild leader shakes his head to the left and right.
"That country, the monastery plays the same role. Faith is involved, so social status is higher than kingdom."
While nodding to new knowledge, the doubts have not disappeared. Why are you foreign in your own country?
It was the deputy guild leader who answered that.
"Because of the position of the Virgin, it may be difficult. There will be no strangers in the country."
Think a little, I think.
Even in previous life, entertainers had obtained driving licences abroad. If the name is too well known, there will probably be a lot of invalidity.
"From an advanced whorehouse, shouldn't we look appropriately?
To the guild leader's inquiry, the strong old man makes a sinister look.
"That's right, they have the attributes they need"
"Attributes?"
I overhear words I can't hear. But it seems there's only one person I don't know.
Leaving me behind, the strong old man's explanation goes on.
"The Virgin seems to have a thinker. But the bishop says he's not a very good person."
So, take a breath and carry on the words.
"It has the same attributes as an unfavourable person, but also makes him experience a far superior man. If you do, will the Virgin's horizons widen and the person's eyes be polished? That's what you thought."
I see, and the guild length of the jaw. Santa Claus' deputy guild length reaches for the teacup with a nod.
Auntie, on the other hand, closes her eyes and thinks something.
(Is it not going to be a personal problem to like people? It's hard to be tall, too)
When I have that feeling, the guild leader asks the strong old man.
"So, what is the attribute of a thinker?
The strong old man picks up his little strings from his feet. And put it out in front of everyone's chest so they can see it.
"He's going to play a series of meaningful words as he plays the lute"
It was silence that ruled the place. In the meantime, my aunt opened one eye and let it shine.
It was the deputy guild chief who put aside a beat and spoke with the cough.
"... well, maybe when I was younger"
Deputy guild leader who reaches out and receives strings from a strong old man. Stand in front of a rich belly, singing.
"It's a four-string lute. It's easy to use."
And skilfully play with Jackajacka. I don't know anything about a lute, it just looks like Santa Claus with a ukulele.
Don't break your serious look, the strong old man tells the deputy guild manager.
"He seems to be a boy from the same monastery, but he's only recently got Lute, and he's got three codes he knows about."
I guess I had something in mind about that explanation. Santa Claus, who stopped his hand, snorts deeply.
Next, he spoke in a smudged tone.
"A four-string lute is a narrow range and a small sound. That's why it's not for real."
I'm silent on a new topic that suddenly shook me. The guild leader has an intriguing look on his face and is listening.
"Instead, there are advantages. It's easy to handle and remember, so it takes shape quickly."
And a cheerful phrase.
"The cord can be easily held down, and the number that can ring in the first place is small in itself"
The next phrase felt a little sad, and finally made an unstable impression.
"A code of joy, a code of sorrow, a code of anger. Perhaps the three that the boy remembered, isn't this it? Basics."
And then again, I start playing song-like.
"Combined, that would sound like it, wouldn't it? Perfect for accompanying an improvisation in a drinker."
I claw my strings away for fun. I don't know, but aren't you good at it?
The guild leader is happy to applaud.
"No disrespect, I miss you. It's something I haven't forgotten."
Santa Claus laughs lightly as he returns his ukulele lute to his strong old man. The strong old man received, opened his mouth.
"What the bishop wants is a skinny, honorable man who plays strings well. For a contrite line, no need to follow. They say it's a good idea to come up with on the spot."
In the front, Santa Claus is holding the heart. Maybe it's what I used to be.
Chilari and the guild leader who glanced at you looked at your aunt next.
That's not where she comes in.
Head of a strong surface that snorts firmly.
"Yes, no one goes to her right in our guild when it comes to women's whorehouses"
My aunt does not humble herself, but silently puts the book on the table.
The book is heavily indexed and reminded me of a collection of building codes and regulations.
It turns apart and stops perfectly on one page. When I look up from the book, I tell you in a confident tone.
"The number three in this store," The Phantom and Shadow Traveler, Wind "Kaji". I wonder if this person is appropriate. "
When you look at the illustration, it's a man with long silver hair and straight feminine beauty. Is the age more than a boy, less than a young man, etc.?
(With all that information, I didn't know I would immediately derive the optimal solution. That's the recommendation of the strong old man)
I do think so, too. But the horror of my aunt, it was real from here on out.
"We specialize in sad songs, using six-string lutes. Look at this painting."
The painting my aunt pointed out is a number three figure standing on one knee by the window at night and playing lute towards the moon.
"You do yourself a mixed inquiry between love and philosophy, with claw bouncing. It will work great for teenage girls."
The nigga laughs and the aunt goes on.
"If you don't need to follow the line, you can make birth and growth appropriate."
Projected behind my brain was a girl who listened to herself to the Prince of the Diaspora and screamed yellow as she twisted herself.
It would instantly evaporate from your head and leave no trace of your abbey classmates.
(This aunt, I can)
What I feel is the same atmosphere as Jayanne's Master Concierge. Definitely top notch.
With a confident look, he stares at the Alliance Chiefs with his chest stretched.
There's nothing different about me.
"Me, too."
The Alliance Leader and the Deputy Alliance Leader answer one after the other. Of course, there's no reason to disagree with me.
"Well, we'll arrange it as soon as possible"
The strong old man I finished talking to, look out for the aunt next door. Auntie takes one nodding seat.
And when I thanked him deeply in front of the door, he took the big book aside and left the room.
"Oh, boy, I think I can handle this."
Standing guild length while stretching. And the deputy guild manager says, yes. Apparently, that's it.
I've always wondered, so I stuck my cheeks at the guild leader.
"After all, what was I called for?
The project is to introduce the Virgin to the whorehouse. There's no part of me that can help, and it doesn't matter.
The Alliance chief looked at me like he was scared.
"What are you talking about? Tauro, you're the Knight Commander of the Merchant Alliance Knights, head of the military division. It's only natural to attend executive meetings."
Like the most, like not. I'm not convinced of one thing right now, and there's a vertical crease between my eyebrows.
(Even if you're the Knights Commander, it just moves as the grass mechanic tells you)
If he asks which one is the top, he's essentially a herbivore mechanic.
My shoulder like that, the guild leader pounds.
"Let's always say it's not an experience, shall we? Even if it's irrelevant, keeping it in your ear broadens your horizons."
If you look at Santa Claus, this one is overwhelmingly committed to agreeing.
"Is that what it is"
In the meantime, I answered, and I took my seat.