It was very different from what she has expected a brothel to be.
She has read her materials and was taught well by a courtesan herself but she did not think that this would be it—so formal and the atmosphere felt like that of propriety when truly, it is not. They are far from being proper in this place. The gentlemen were a mix of old and young but they wear the same refined clothes and carry the air of the privileged and wealthy. She can just sense it by the way they move, stare, and smirk condescendingly.
Keeping her lessons in mind, she did not break eye contact whenever she passes someone. The men bow their heads slightly while the woman eyed her intently, clearly singling her out as a competition. Some were familiar faces, the ones she have seen when she first arrived while other
