"There are also exceptions." Laine nodded, "Finding a boyfriend is like a bar. The entrance fee that Miss Claudia set is a hundred Gold Crowns. Once you enter the bar, the men are divided into private rooms, booths, and the bar counter. The men in the private rooms are, of course, the best, but they're so excellent that they need to be fought over. They can pick any fine wine they want, and if they're not satisfied, they can change it. They can do whatever they want and never lack women who like them. Women don't even know if they're bringing their own liquor."
"Just like you now," Alfred nodded in agreement.
"The men in the booths are relatively less, but they also have waiters offering drinks and various gourmet meals. Their booths can't hold many women, but entertaining two or three at a time is no problem."
"Just like me," Fidmund smiled as he continued the conversation.
