Manager of the Other World Brothel

This was a short while before the manager started talking about his nights at the Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium).

There is only one thing in Glenkaina, the King's capital of the Kingdom of Glen, a terravic continent that does not exist, such as Holy Night (Christmas), and events in "The World's Best Whorehouse (Papilio Somnium)," which somehow closes on the day just before the year changes and makes noise in the inner circle throughout the night.

A day where you can just be happy to be with someone you like, regardless of their original meaning, significance, etc.

A day when I feel lonely for some reason, even though I like it and spend it alone.

But everyone spends a special day thinking about their loved ones who live in their hearts.

I don't know how the manager and the ladies are going to spend the day.

"Ah, I feel..."

Social room (lounge) on the ground floor, wake up in that corner.

What an unconsciousness to be a hangover while having unique magic specializing in physical fitness management.

That said, this is what this day looks like every year.

It's not that much booze if it's usual, and it's just a little too soon because it rinses off the excess alcohol content in your body at the end of the feast.

Well, sometimes you want to enjoy the aftertaste, but in that case, it's not that harmful because you're drunk in a good way.

I get alarmed when I make a fuss in (...) like last night.

It's something you fall asleep drunk, so you don't have time to use magic.

The sickness of the hangover at the moment of wake is spoiled, but it is convenient for me to recover as soon as I wake up.

Being able to swallow without worrying about hangovers would be one of the prerogatives of the ladies of the Walnut Dream, including me.

In the Walnut Dream (of which), after a certain amount of time, candles and light fires (lamps) are extinguished and switched only to magical ones.

This is not the case with the ladies' private rooms, but this "Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium)" building built by the owner (owner) will not burn in case of fire.

The discipline (rules) is just in case, but I admire the fact that it's just the storekeepers (staff) of the Walnut Dream (of ours) who are always like that among all the distractions.

Whatever the banquet seat is, don't forget that there are people behind it who can support it.

I have to do something to follow up on last night's clerk who took on a job everyone thinks is a poor lottery with a smile on his face and did it with his usual grip.

Candles and light fires (lamps) are out, but there are still magical lights, which means before dawn...

24 days of the New Year's Eve moon.

By this time in the year, it is the intention of the owner (owner) to deliberately hold what will be a "Christmas party" until the closing of the Walnut Dream (of which).

Over there (Earth), that's the event you're not supposed to do unless you know more about the country I was in.

In other words, when the owner (owner) thought he was in the same position as me, he said, "You used to say that, didn't you?"

I do remember talking about that, and I don't know the truth because this party has started since I became the manager (manager) of The Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium).

Well, now we're talking.

Whether the owner (owner) is from the same world as me or from another world, he or she is from this world but he or she knows about my world, but that no longer matters.

A benefactor of my life, owner (owner) of the Walnut Dream.

That's enough for me.

Well, this evening, the Walnut Dream (of which) lights the light as usual.

There's no way I'm going to work with a hangover, so I'm going to go around doing some unique magic while everyone's at it.

I don't think they're all upscale whorehouse ladies and clerks (staff).

I don't know, but there are a lot of people who clean up their daily frustrations here.

Although not strictly in the name of the owner (owner), there are no male clerks (staff) who do strange things during these sorts of nori dreams.

I guess I've never fallen in love, but if I leave it to drunkenness and have such evil thoughts, the ladies of Hundred Wars will spot me in one shot, and honestly, a lot of people think I don't like to bring (...) of (...) to a banquet in my body.

It's something that's already overflowing with that desire on a daily basis, so maybe on a special day it's something that makes me want to spat it apart and make a scene.

Or as opposed to the world, it seems like a whorehouse.

It was often said over there that Holy Night was a sexual night, but it's also funny that the opposite is true in whorehouses.

For that matter, I also think the bad rides passed last night's banquet.

The ladies who have acquired the knowledge they don't need in the last few years have prepared a reindeer for Santa Cos.

I can't believe I'm working with a clerk (staff) to handle expenses.

No, well, it's not stingy to let the paperwork go around because I think I can get a hold of it.

Which one of them only had eight Reindeer Ladies... although the origin is generally predictable.

"What is Christmas, Manager?"

"Big creatures like this are monsters, right? It's strange how demons fly in the sky on a holy night."

"Are we reindeer? So the manager will whip you, right? Right? '

I don't know what you're talking about just the last Miss Listier.

By and large, why am I in Santa position?

I remember being drunk and being appropriately answered by the ladies wrapped in red, green, white and koko costumes with all sorts of questions.

Sure...

"It's the Birthday Festival of the Great Origins of the Most Popular Books of Ancient Civilization!

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You didn't lie, Safe.

I don't know where the owner (owner) is directing this party, but somehow I feel like I know what the intent is.

The gods of this world, whether they pray with the gods of my world or not, will not solve the actual problem.

That's why the ladies sell their bodies in the Walnut Dream (of which), and we all already know that there wasn't a God or a Buddha, if you're a person working in the city at night.

I'm the only one who can save myself, and it's useless to just do God's favors.

If you have time to do that, it's quicker to literally make money standing up for yourself.

What they can't give way to, what they want to protect, is something they can handle, not if they're talking about saving their minds or peace of mind.

But those who have a heart cannot be strong enough to live so profitably.

What's wrong with the bone break in the mind, and the reason why it's so ridiculous at such times is that events in different worlds, which are also a great departure from righteousness, look good.

I've never prayed, so I can't complain about not saving you.

I don't know the real deal, but at least the people in my country's birthday seats are deeply nostalgic, so the whore will also forgive me with a bitter laugh for making a scene on a holy night.

Maria of Magdalene - I don't have any intention of making our ladies regret, like the woman of sin (THE SINNER), so I just want to wish you all the best around.

The ladies of the Walnut Dream naturally quit being a whore if they serve their purpose.

That's natural, and whatever the people who keep going, they keep going because they still haven't served the purpose that only each of us knows.

But.

I don't think I should be proud that I was a whore.

It can also be said that it is normal to have an abominable memory.

Still.

Even if no one understands.

I don't want you to contempt yourself, have pity on me, and think that you are an unsaved being if you don't even pray to God.

I want you to laugh and live with me if you can with the purpose I served until I sold my body.

I don't think one or two of these banquets will make that possible.

However, I also hope that my life in the dreams of the butterfly will not only become abominable to recall.

I guess it's just self-satisfaction, self-deception.

Owners (owners) may be able to do it if they want to, but they never do anything to save people from one end with their overwhelming power.

But I reach out to someone who wants to do something with everything I have.

That's not everyone either, just the person who's lucky enough to meet the owner.

I'm one of them.

By the time we were traveling together, I used to eat and hang on to why you couldn't save as much as you could if you couldn't help yourself.

But now, somehow, I don't feel like knowing.

I haven't been able to answer that yet, but I appreciate you letting me be the manager here.

"You're thinking about it again."

and the owner (the owner) will laugh at me, I guess.

Well, let's just say we were all laughing last night.

As Santa Claus, would you be the owner if you handed out gifts and expenses to everyone? Pretty tough when you're self-centered.

So again, the whorehouse "The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" has a light.

The Holy Night at the whorehouse dawns with the worry of a manager (manager) who is romantic and affectionate at all, but does it look good too?

Starting tonight, I ask myself not to pray to God again, and I go beyond many nights even if I am considered a "woman of sin" for what I cannot give way to.

Just a little bit of each other, with support.

Sometimes like this, laughing.