[Aliya's PoV]
I have been working at this entertainment venue for five days now.
Previously, Umaya and I were purchased by a wealthy young nobleman who owns this establishment. Initially, I thought my fate would be the same as before—becoming a woman meant only to satisfy men, just like in the previous place I stayed.
However, this entertainment venue is a bit different. The female entertainers here wear fake animal ears and tails, which is quite unique for such a place.
The women here primarily serve the guests who arrive, chatting with them and listening to their stories.
Of course, adult services are available here as well. However, that depends entirely on the will of the female entertainer herself. If they are willing, guests can hire them, and facilities are provided for that purpose.
Even though there are many drunken men here, the place is quite safe; incidents and fights rarely occur. That is due to the burly men who guard this establishment.
Umaya is among them. However, he is still in the training phase before officially starting his work here. To be honest, I am very happy working in this place.
This is the first time I have experienced working without excessive pressure or coercion.
"Your name is Aliya, isn't it?"
A man invited me to chat.
"Of course, Sir. Is there something I can help you with?" I answered with a smile.
"Uwoohhh! What did I tell you? Her smile is like an angel's, isn't it?"
"You're right; I think Rihanna will have a rival here for the title of the most beautiful entertainer in the Capital!"
Hearing their exaggerated compliments made me laugh a little. They are good men. Well, perhaps not that good.
That is because I often catch them staring at my cleavage and the curves of my body with lustful eyes. It's not that I am uncomfortable; in fact, I am used to being stared at like that by men.
They admire my beautiful body and always grow excited when my body sways and teases them.
Madam Khalissa said I have a very ideal body for a dancer. My chest is the perfect size, my curves are beautiful, and my tan skin adds to my charm for men.
I thought so too.
My mother was the wife of a Sultan. Women like her were required to know how to dance to entertain the Sultan during his leisure time or when he desired intimacy. For that reason, Mother taught me several dances so that I could seduce a high-ranking noble like her husband and secure a stable life.
But I have different thoughts than my mother regarding that matter.
I want to have a partner who truly loves me for who I am—not because of wealth, someone who does not look down on me because of my profession as an entertainer, and someone who values me properly.
But I suppose that is merely a dream, isn't it? What man would want "used woman" like me to accompany them for the rest of their lives?
"Aliya, come here."
Hearing my name called, I turned to the side. I saw Madam Khalissa gesturing for me to approach her.
"What is it, Madam?" I asked as I walked toward her.
"Boss Raul has come to visit and check on the progress of this place," she answered with a smile. "Go and provide the best service for him."
Hearing Madam's words made me slightly disappointed. Was my body to be used by that nobleman this time?
"Don't worry, he is still young," Madam Khalissa said, trying to calm me down. "They usually only play fast and are not harshly dominant. You can easily make him groan in pleasure with that body of yours."
What Madam said was true; usually, young men are always in a hurry and cannot manage their stamina. Usually, they can only go two or three times at most.
For the first round, I will only use my hands. If he still lasts after the first release, then I will continue with my mouth, and if he still persists, I will inevitably have to squeeze him dry so it ends quickly.
"Alright, Madam. I will serve the Young Master immediately."
I then walked toward the private room that had been provided for him. I noticed the men watching me as I walked past them.
Not long after, I arrived in front of the door of the room where the Young Master was located.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I knocked on the door, but there was no answer at all.
"Young Master?"
I tried calling out to him, but there was still no response.
I mustered the courage to open the door to the room and saw a black-haired man wearing an academy uniform sitting asleep on a sofa.
I closed the door and approached him.
His sleeping face looked very different from when he was conscious. I then tried to remove his academy uniform so he could sleep more comfortably.
After removing his jacket, he was now wearing only a white undershirt and academy trousers.
I observed his body.
From the outside, the Young Master appeared to have a small frame. However, if observed more closely, his muscles looked very solid and strong because he had a low body fat percentage.
His body was covered in sweat.
I took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead so he could sleep more comfortably. However, as I was about to wipe his sweat, he woke up, startling me and causing me to lose my balance.
The Young Master caught my hand to prevent me from falling, leaving us face-to-face. I could clearly see his eyes, which were black like the night sky. His breath tickled my neck, making me hiss slightly from the ticklish sensation.
I heard the sound of the Young Master swallowing his own saliva before he turned his face away from me.
"Sorry, I fell asleep," he said softly. "I am quite tired because I just returned from a long journey after finishing a month-long exam."
Is that so? That explains why he was asleep and so sweaty.
His grip on my hand loosened; I regained my balance and took a step back to make him more comfortable.
"How is your work here, Aliya?" the Young Master asked.
"I enjoy this place more compared to my previous one," I answered honestly.
My colleagues here are kinder and more caring; Madam Khalissa is also very attentive toward all the female entertainers who work here.
"I'm glad to hear that if that's the case," he said with a smile. "Aliya, could you please get me a glass of water?"
"Of course, Young Master."
I walked to a table, took a glass, and filled it with water from a pitcher.
Why did he speak to me in such a manner? Is he truly a nobleman?
Usually, nobles speak harshly to female slave. We are very lowly in their eyes. However, the Young Master spoke to me as if we were equals—even sounding respectful toward me.
I also did not sense any lust in his gaze.
"Young Master, why do you speak to me so formally?" I asked as I brought the cup of water to him. "I am just a lowly slave who does not deserve such treatment."
I just wanted to know the reason.
"How could I possibly speak harshly to a Princess from the Kingdom of Kuwalid?"
— Clang!
The sound of a breaking glass hitting the floor echoed in the room the moment I heard the Young Master call me "Princess."
"W-what do you mean by Princess? Your praise is far too much, Young Master," I lied, trying to hide my nervousness.
"You cannot deceive anyone with a reaction like that, Princess Aliya," the Young Master said as he pointed to the shards of the glass I had dropped.
"What do you want? How do you know my true identity?" I asked in a cold tone, different from before.
The black-haired man stood up and walked toward me.
"It is not important how I came to know the identity of you and your brother."
He still maintained a flat, expressionless face, leaving me without a single clue regarding this man's intentions.
"It is truly heartbreaking to see a Princess of a country selling herself just to survive in a small place full of disgusting men."
Hearing his words caused my emotions to rise; I clenched my fists, holding back the mounting anger.
"Are you not ashamed? Always busy selling yourself as a woman of the night while your family's honor is still stained like disgusting mud."
"SILENCE! SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU BASTARD! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY LIFE?!"
I stared at him with pure hatred. This was perhaps the first time I felt the urge to kill someone.
"Am I wrong? While you are here relaxing and living your useless life, your enemies—the people who made you suffer—are living in luxury out there."
Deep in the depths of my heart, I wanted to destroy them, to kill them cruelly, and to slaughter their entire lineage until nothing remained, just as they had done to me.
"Weak, cowardly, and foolish."
The moment I heard those biting words, my hand reflexively moved to slap his face. However, the man caught my wrist.
He then took a step forward; our faces were close, and our eyes met.
"Even though I want revenge, I have no power at all," I said weakly, bowing my head. Tears began to wet my cheeks and drip onto the floor.
"How can I defeat those who control a kingdom... I am all alone with my brother... It's impossible for us to fight them..."
The man's words were not wrong; I truly was pathetic.
"I have no weapons at all to kill them..."
I was just a useless woman who could only wait for death while selling my self-respect without achieving anything.
Mother... Father... Brother... Everyone...
I'm sorry...
Forgive your foolish daughter and sister...
I am indeed very useless...
However, while I was apologizing to my family in my heart, my face was suddenly lifted.
The man touched my chin and looked directly into my eyes. He then brought his mouth close to my ear; our bodies began to touch.
"You have a weapon to kill them, Princess Aliya," he whispered in my ear.
"...."
He began to touch my thigh and started stroking it.
"This very seductive body is your weapon..."
The sound of his whisper made my ear feel ticklish. My legs pressed together from the extraordinary sensation caused by his palm beginning to brush against my thigh.
He looked at me again and began to caress my cheek.
"This very charming face of yours is also one of your weapons to kill them."
My body felt hot; this was the first time I felt this way when being touched by a man.
His handsome and masculine face, his muscular body, and his hypnotic voice... for some reason, they made me feel very aroused.
"Become an assassin in my organization," he said as he stepped back.
Ahhh... I lost that pleasure.
"You will use that body of yours to lure the enemy and kill them quickly."
My body is my weapon...?
"Catch your enemies off guard with your beauty, then put poison in their drinks."
Ahhh... I understand now...
"Are you willing to follow me? In return, I will help you exact the revenge that you and your family hold," he said, reaching his hand out to me.
Was this real? Did I have a chance to avenge myself?
I took his hand and said, "I will follow you, even if hell is your destination, My Lorf."
Hearing my words, the man smiled proudly.
Finally...
I have found a purpose in life...
Father...
Mother...
Brother...
Everyone...
Just wait; I will avenge our family and annihilate the entire families of the enemies who have made us suffer.