Kael stepped out of the room, his new body still buzzing from the system's appearance and the flood of memories from his new life as a Pleasure Wand Whorehouse performer.
The air outside the room was musty, heavy with the scent of old wood and cheap perfume. He glanced around, taking in the building's worn state.
Cracked plaster walls sagged under the weight of time, and the wooden floorboards creaked under his bare feet, each step threatening to splinter.
This place used to be a school for scholars, or so his new memories told him—a small institution where robed nerds debated philosophy before it was abandoned and snatched up by Madam Vex, the cunning owner of this underground operation.
On the surface, the Pleasure Wand Whorehouse masqueraded as a textile shop, peddling bolts of cheap fabric to dodge the prying eyes of the Church of Sacredflame's acquisition department.
Those holy rollers loved nothing more than sniffing out "sinful" enterprises to burn to the ground. But down here, in the shadows of Eldoria's underbelly, the real businesses thrived: pleasure, served hot and discreet.
A figure approached him, her heels clicking against the uneven floor. Kael's eyes lit up, and his breath caught.
She looked like she was in her early twenties, with delicate curves that could make a monk rethink his vows. Her maid outfit was black, frilly, and scandalously short.
The top part clung to her like a lover, accentuating a bust that strained against the fabric. Her blonde hair was tied in a messy bun, a few strands teasing her flushed cheeks. She moved with a confidence that screamed she knew exactly what eyes did to her.
"Hey, Kael," she said, her voice a playful lilt. "Madam's calling a meeting. Got something big to announce, apparently."
Kael nodded, his throat suddenly dry. "Right. Lead the way, uh…" he paused awkwardly, trying to fish out her name from his new memory.
"Sara," she supplied, flashing a grin that was equal parts sweet and dangerous.
She turned, her skirt swishing just enough to reveal a glimpse of her perky backside. Kael's new demonic senses kicked in, and he swore he could feel the energy in the air vibrate with her every step.
His eyes locked onto her swaying hips, the skirt riding up just enough to confirm a scandalous truth: Sara wasn't wearing any underwear.
'Holy hell,' Kael thought, a spark of heat igniting in his lower half. 'This world's gonna kill me again, isn't it?'
Sara glanced over her shoulder, catching his stare. Instead of getting annoyed by his intense stare, she smirked, slowing her pace just enough to let the skirt flare a bit more. A deliberate tease.
Kael chuckled, shaking his head. "You're trouble, you know that?"
"Only the best kind," she shot back, winking seductively before picking up her pace.
Kael followed, his grin widening.
His mind wandered as he took in the environment. The Pleasure Wand Whorehouse had a small crew as they were just a new start-up, his new memories informed him.
Five staff total, not counting Madam Vex. There were two male performers (him included), two female performers (Sara being one), and a female cleaner who doubled as a backup performer when things got busy. It was a tight operation, hidden in plain sight, and Kael was already liking the vibe.
They soon reached the hall which was a cavernous room that must've once been the school's auditorium. Faded banners hung limply from the rafters, and mismatched chairs were scattered around a long, scratched-up table. The other staff were already there, lounging with varying degrees of interest.
First was Jace, the other male performer, a lean guy with a cocky smirk and hair so gelled it could deflect a sword. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking like he owned the place.
Next to him sat Lila, the second female performer, a brunette with sharp eyes and a figure that could start wars in his former world. She was filing her nails, barely acknowledging the room.
Lastly, there was Mira, the cleaner-turned-occasional-performer, a quiet woman with dark hair and a nervous habit of tugging at her sleeves. She sat at the far end, eyes darting around like she expected a raid any second.
Sara plopped into a chair near Lila, crossing her legs with a flourish that made her skirt ride up just enough to keep everyone's attention.
He took a seat across from her, trying to focus on anything but the lingering heat in his veins and lower half. His new half-lust demon blood was making it 'real' hard to stay professional.