Succubus' Manor

Amy knelt down on the steps, wiping the handrails and the floor with a damp cloth. She was wearing sackcloth, which was already stained with sewage, but she didn't realize it, and just kept her head down to work.

"Amy! Come and drink some water." A friend called her.

Emma rubbed the wet cloth in the basin, wrung it dry, hung it on the handrail, and trotted to drink water.

The water they drink now is filtered and boiled, and must be cooled before drinking.

Amy took the water glass, she took a big gulp, and the glass of water soon bottomed out.

"The door will open tomorrow." The woman talking to Amy was restless, and she looked out the window in a little confusion.

Amy is also very confused. They were sold here when they were less than eight years old. Regarding their family and parents, they only have a vague impression that being a prostitute is actually not a very low-level job. The women are dressed in brocade clothes, and go in and out of noble mansions, and the middle class can earn a living at least. If they are lucky and the guests are not too tormenting, they can live a decent life.

The most pitiful thing is the lower class, they are generally older and not very good-looking.

They can only receive the lowest level of customers. These customers may have some eccentricities, or they may pester them and refuse to pay them, or they may beat them even after paying them. There are countless prostitutes who died on the bed, and they have no security.

When you can earn money, it is naturally the most valued treasure in the brothel, gold jewelry and silver jewelry, you can get whatever you want.

Even the cloth that some little nobles can't afford, they can wear on their body and make a set of beautiful skirts.

That is a scenery that many ladies do not have.

But among hundreds of prostitutes, there can only be a few such people.

Under the surface of the scenery, there are layers of women's bones, and they can't help themselves from life to death.

When they were not yet adults, they began to suffer from diseases, which are incurable now, and seem to be harmless, but they will slowly hollow out people's bodies, making people feel that they are gradually rotting day by day.

"I heard that Amanda is in the castle now." The woman chatted with Amy.

Amy nodded dully: "She looks so beautiful, the lord will like her."

"Bertha was also taken away." The woman sighed, her tone still a little envious, "Her fate is good, that lord doesn't have a wife yet, she should be able to live a good life for a few years."

And they don't know what their future holds.

The promising women have gone, and they are the only ones left here, guarding this brothel—no, it should be called a hotel now.

As far as hotels are concerned, this hotel is larger than ordinary hotels, and the rooms are more luxurious.

It used to be a gold-selling cave where all men want to spend their money and savings, but now it's just a lifeless hotel.

Amy suddenly said: "Anyway, there is a place to live and something to eat."

Amy was a wanderer for a long time before she was caught and sold, fighting for food with wild dogs on the street every day. At that time, she met a boy who was about the same age. In a narrow alley.

The boy said that he also had a younger sister before he left home, so he really treated her like his own sister, and he always protected her when she was beaten.

Then... the traffickers showed up and they caught her.

She told him to run, but he was so big, he chased after him with a branch, trying to save her.

Then, she watched those men beat him to death.

He was lying on the ground, a small piece of the ground was stained red by the blood that flowed out, and she was thrown behind the carriage by the traffickers. She could only cry, but could do nothing.

She wants to avenge him, but there are so many human traffickers, she doesn't even remember the face of the enemy, she wants to die, but dare not die, she wants to live, but she doesn't know what she should live for.

It seems that people are born to suffer.

If they failed to come out of the nobles' stomachs, they were doomed to suffer a lifetime of torture, even deprived of the right to cry.

Amy returned to the steps and continued to wipe the handrails and floors. She concentrated on her work, only in this way could she free her mind.

Now there are more than 100 prostitutes here, the oldest is almost 30 years old, and the youngest is only ten years old. They have no vitality. There is only one 12-year-old girl. Even though she is tortured, she still maintains the vigor and enthusiasm of a girl. .

While sweeping the floor, she sang the song of her hometown:

"A dozing shepherd lies in the sun, sheep and sheepdogs in the distance..."

She seemed very happy, and an older woman asked her, "Beverly, what are you singing?"

12-year-old Beverly stopped singing: "It's a song from my hometown. When I was at home, my mother would sing it with me. She said I have a good voice!"

Woman: "Then why are you here?"

Beverly swept here, and there was no sadness or sadness in her voice. Her voice was soft and high, like a lark: "My father owed the master money, so my father sold me."

The woman was surprised: "Don't you hate your father?"

Beverly twisted her waist, and her rough sackcloth twirled in a beautiful arc: "My mother told me that hate lasts longer than love, and is more painful than love. She told me not to hate dad."

"I hate him, and it's me who suffers, not him."

Beverly cleaned the ground under her feet. She pushed open a window, and the sunlight outside the house shone into this brand-new but decayed house, dispelling the haze and filth in the whole room. She turned around and said, " From now on, we will rely on work to earn money!"

Woman: "Didn't we work before?"

Beverly: "Mom said, you have to make money with your own hands."

She is like a bright flower, like the rising sun, she grows in the mud, but is not submerged by the mud.

Just when the women were about to open the windows, the door of the hotel was suddenly pushed open. The manager wanted to check the cleanliness of the place and check if there were any missing things. He had never been here before, and at most he only Pass by the door.

Because his wife is a very powerful woman, her slaps are bigger than his face, and the two seldom argue. The main reason is that the wife is afraid of accidentally beating her husband to death, and the husband is also worried that he will be beaten to death by his wife.

Therefore, the person in charge was recognized as the cleanest person among all the persons in charge, so he got this task.

There are guards behind the steward. These guards are all people who have been taught by Kleist. They are very well-behaved. Whether there is obvious dirt on the ground.

The person in charge lectures the women.

"Come here!" The manager clapped his hands, and the women walked over and gathered in front of the manager.

The manager didn't look sideways, he didn't even see the faces of these women clearly, he just said according to the draft he had typed before he came, "Starting tomorrow, this place will officially open for business!"

"In the future, this hotel will become the largest hotel in Stettin, receiving guests from all over the world. Your duty is to keep the place clean, entertain guests, and provide them with warm and thoughtful services."

"but!"

"You have to remember, this is a hotel, you can refuse when guests make rude requests to you, and if the guests are messing around, you can also ask the patrol guards for help."

"If someone makes deals with customers in private, they will be kicked out of here once they are discovered."

The steward looked serious, and he continued: "The hotel will provide you with a place to live and food, and you will be paid [-] copper coins every month."

"If the hotel's business is good and earns more, you will get more rewards."

"Do you understand everything?"

The women looked at each other and finally whispered, "My lord, we understand."

The steward breathed a sigh of relief - he had never dealt with so many women in his life, and now that he finished speaking, he finally relaxed.

After the steward and the guards left, the women started to clean up the restaurant again. It will open tomorrow, and they have already bought everything when it was time to buy. I just don’t know if anyone will come here tomorrow.

But it is indeed good news to have thirty copper coins every month!

In the brothel, although they could eat two meals a day, and the brothel hired tailors to make clothes, they never got any money. Even the highest-ranking prostitutes had no copper coins, silver coins or gold coins. There are only ornaments made of gold and silver, or fine clothes woven and dyed from the finest cloth.

To exchange gold and silver jewelry into coins, it needs a way.

These thirty copper coins don't seem like much, but they don't spend money on board and lodging. These thirty copper coins are enough to spend, and they can be saved. When they get old and can't work anymore, they will buy a house , It's good to have a dog, or a cat.

Beverly ran happily in the hotel, her feet stepped on the stairs, making a beautiful sound like music.

Amy didn't think the sound made by Beverly was very noisy. She envied Beverly, envied Beverly's vitality, and envied Beverly's optimistic attitude after being sold by her father.

She is like an elf who is never tired and sad. She runs, dances and sings every day, and she will become very happy.

The next day, the hotel officially opened. The women wore gray skirts, but they all cleaned their faces and hands very clean. Flower baskets were placed at the entrance of the hotel. All the windows were open, and the interior was bright and clean. .

Passers-by were only watching at the door, but no one went in.

And women with babies spat at the women standing in the doorway.

The women stood stiffly, and people's scrutiny eyes swept over them one by one. They lowered their heads and tasted an indescribable sense of shame, as if they were criminals who committed the most serious crimes.

until the arrival of the first guest.

It was a very gorgeous carriage. The coachman drove two horses forward. The horses were tall and mighty. Their fur was smooth and smooth, reflecting the light in the sun. There were doors on the left and right sides of the carriage, and the door frames were carved with complicated and exquisite pattern.

This carriage alone can make people realize that the adult sitting in this carriage must be a person of noble status.

The people on the side of the road were not chased away by the guards. They stood where they were, almost holding their breath, waiting for the big man to get off the carriage.

A hand pushed open the carriage door.

Everyone saw the hand at first sight.

It was a hand with slender fingers and well-defined joints. The white was a bit dazzling. Because of the whiteness, the blue veins on the back of the hand were very obvious. This was a man's hand, but the fingers were not thick enough, and the palm was not wide enough, so A hand that never belonged to a farmer, or a merchant.

It must belong to the nobility who consider it noble.

Everyone waited with bated breath, waiting for the nobleman to reveal his true colors.