Renzille's gaze was glued on the fox beastman as she watched him nonchalantly sipped his tea, seemingly unfazed by the agreement they were about to make.
Renzille's thoughts swirled within her mind.
Do I really have to do this? I can look somewhere else for information.. But there's no better place for an entertainment house to get information from nobles..
As she observed him, her gaze lingered on his every movement, studying the subtle twitch of his finger and eyebrow in an attempt to gauge what she had just gotten herself into.
After the beastman declared his desire for Renzille as his entertainment, he clapped his hands, and a few staff members of the bordello entered, holding a tray of tea and snacks which seemed to come from the best baker in the kingdom.
Then, the women moved with grace as they placed the refreshments on the table, their eyes respectfully lowered in the presence of their client.
