Free Web Novel"I don't like it; we shouldn't do this!" Margaux said, gazing intently at the file in front of her. "I agree," replied Danielle. "As do I," added Cath.
There is a lot of opposition, as I had expected. That place had really brought down its reputation.
"I think we should do it. We are not doing it the way those people do. Who knows, our way might force them to change the way they do things," said Barb.
I am surprised. I didn't think she would agree with it, and she isn't the only one.
"I agree with what Madam Utsa is saying. We need to do it, not because it will bring variety to Velvet Garden, but in the hope that it will bring change."
"It will save countless poor souls that are suffering in that place," added Eudo. Many shook their heads.
"It could have political consequences," Robin said heavily.
Oh, I understand very well. There is an actual possibility that it would tank the reputation of Velvet Garden.
"The bloody open brothels of Baxzar are a stain on our orc culture. Apologies, my lord, but we are vehemently against it," said Trik, and two orc representatives sitting at the far end nodded with him.
I never call for such a meeting when it is related to Velvet Garden, but the BDSM club I am planning there requires it.
It could affect not only Velvet Garden, but the city and the whole dominion.
One by one, all of them put forward their views, until my eyes stopped at Miss Dawnstar. She could be the most important person here regarding this.
She had spent years in the open brothels of Baxzar.
"Miss Dawnstar?" I asked, seeing that she was quiet, with a distant look in her eyes.
For a moment, it looked like she hadn't heard me, and I prepared to call her again when she finally turned. Finding every eye in the room focused on her.
"Those impulses are not created by vice; they are as old as people themselves."
She paused, her eyes becoming distant for a moment before they turned back to normal. "It is up to each person to rein them in." She said.
"It's not just in the open brothels of Baxzar, where these impulses turn violent; it is in every brothel." Her eyes focused on Margaux and the others.
"We all have experienced it, nearly died from it. Suffered injuries in the bodies and minds that have still not healed yet," she said, and all of them nodded.
Her words stripped them of their masks, revealing their raw wounds.
It hurts even seeing them; I can't even imagine the pain they must be bearing. I heard things. Carla told me in detail what she had experienced and saw how she wakes up from nightmares, which those memories give her.
"So, I would say Baxzar's open brothel is hell, but other brothels aren't heaven either,"
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Myrathra Dawnstar
I tried to calm the turmoil in my heart, as memories I had long suppressed threatened to flood out.
My time in Baxzar was one of the worst times of my life. I nearly died there countless times, but it isn't the only place where it happened. It happened in every brothel.
It happened, even in my brothel.
Because of my power and the rules of Archmage City, they didn't go extreme, but everywhere else, they do.
The life of a whore has no value. If one is killed, nobody cares.
"If Velvet Garden opens in the style of it and rules it the way the proposal states, I would welcome it, because if their impulses get an outlet here, they wouldn't terrorize or kill the whores in other brothels," I stated.
I could see the hope appearing in the eyes of the headmistress and the others. However, the aversion is there, and it outweighs the hope.
Their very existence opposes it.
I am not surprised because I feel the same, if not more, than they do, but I also understand more than anyone the lives it would save and the harm it would prevent if there is a safe outlet for it.
"And maybe, it would spark a change, small as it may be, in that hellhole and other brothels," she finished.
There was a silence, and I could hear their thoughts.
"I still disagree with it. It is an abomination, something we shouldn't emulate, even in the safest way," opposed Headmistress, with conviction.
I am not surprised. It is abhorrent. That kingdoms have laws against it, including the Archmage City.
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I looked at Silver and shook my head.
I read the proposal, and it is very detailed. Many of the ideas and the way he wants it to work are amazing, but with so many people disagreeing, it is unlikely to go forward.
"Thank you all for your opinions," said Silver, before his expression became firm.
"It will happen." He declared with a voice that leaves nothing to doubt.
I could see surprise appearing on the faces of many.
Including me, he usually listens to his advisors, especially madams, but the tone of his voice clearly states he has made up his mind.
He will not change.
"This was always part of my plan, ever since I took over Velvet Garden. It is part of its vision, and if I didn't do this, I would let my legacy down, which I will never do," he said firmly.
If anyone had any doubt about it, it disappeared.
It is part of his vision, and for the masters, that is the most important thing. More than the rules of the world and the opinions of the people.
"I know you all don't agree with it, but I would appreciate it if you would hold back the judgment."
"Though your opinions and advice would be very welcome."
Soon the meeting was over, and everybody left. "Miss Dawnstar, stay," he said. It surprised me, but I nodded and sat down in my chair.
Within seconds, everybody left, leaving only the two of us.
"You dislike it too," he said. "Yes," I replied. It's the truth, I am repulsed by it. I don't believe any woman should suffer it, but my words aren't lies.
"But you also support it?" he asked, and I nodded. I believe opening it would help. If it helps even a little, it would matter a lot.
He laughed, hearing that, but there was no scorn or derision at my conflicting view, just understanding and agreement.
"Give me your hand," he said. I looked at him, but when I did not answer, I extended my hand. I know, he has no desire for me. He finds me attractive, there is no doubt about it, but there is no desire, even a bit.
He took my hand, and it was warm and gentle. It did not repulse me, as I normally do with the touch of men.
"Don't resist," he instructed, and I was confused until I felt something against my mind. I resisted for a moment before letting it inside.
The moment I did, the conference room I am sitting in disappeared in front of me.
It's a combination of exquisite burning incense, sandalwood, and leather; it created a strange, enthralling combination.
I was focused on it when the scenery opened, and what I saw inside shocked me. I read the proposal, but it doesn't match what I imagined or what I see so clearly.
I could hear the sound, see the faces, and most importantly, the acts.
Seeing them, I should be repulsed by it, and terror should fill my heart, as it does when I have nightmares about it, but I found myself getting enthralled by it.
I watched one scene after another; everything he had written in the proposal is what I am seeing, and even those things that he hadn't.
The architecture, the acts, and the tools; most of them, I have never even heard about, much less seen. They are doing stuff with those that enthralled me.
I did not feel the slightest bit of repulsion. Instead, I got more engrossed in it.
It couldn't help but make me marvel at how powerful his skill is to create such a realistic projection—even his imagination.
Seeing it, one thing became clear: these are not his ideas. He had seen it somewhere; no, read it. Maybe this is a thing of the past era; is this where he got this idea?
I watched it all, and the more I watched, the more I realized how different it is from an open brothel in Baxzar.
They represented excess, chaos, and violence, while this represents control, discipline, and consent. I could see how the urges and impulses are satiated through control and respect.
I don't know how long it passed, nor do I care, as I was watching one mesmerizing act after another.
Suddenly, the scenery disappeared, and I returned to the real world. "Such focus is hard," he said and massaged his temple, with deep tiredness in his eyes.
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The skill had become powerful, but also demanding, when I do something like this, where I need to focus all my will on it.
It took me months to create it.
I based it on my experience in the BDSM club, which I had once visited. It was not for pleasure, but purely for business, though I explored the club. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"It is so different from the open brothels," she said, in a barely audible voice.
It's mostly to herself than to me.
"I believe I said that in my proposal," I replied. Looking at the folder in front of me. To that, she gave me a look, and I smiled, but a moment later, my expression became serious.
"What do you think?" I asked.
There is a reason I showed it to her; the only person who had seen it before her was Carla. Even she didn't see it in detail as Miss Dawnstar did.
"It's enthralling. I didn't think that the thing that repulsed me could have order, discipline, and consent," she replied.
Hearing that, I smiled. I feared she might not see it.
"Good, because you are going to be responsible for it," I replied. She nodded before suddenly she froze and looked at me with eyes filled with shock.
"What do you mean by responsible?" she asked.
"Building it, training people and staff, and also overseeing the making of all clothes, costumes, and tools," I replied. making her eyes go wide as saucers.
This is a tremendous responsibility, because we are doing this; no one in the world has done it before.
It might look like we are going the way of an open brothel, but we are the opposite of them.
It would be different; we will use tools this world has never seen, and the same would hold true for acts and many other things related to them.
She has barely nine months to achieve it.
"This is an enormous responsibility, and I already have a lot on my plate," she said.
"You have trained most of your people, and others' responsibilities could be handed to other vice-headmistresses," I replied, but she looked uncertain.
She is a confident woman with long experience in administration and running her own brothel. Not to mention her level.
She is the highest-level woman in Velvet Garden.
I could have given this responsibility to one of my Grade II's, but they do not have the unique perspective this woman has.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Miss Dawnstar. Something you might not get in your life ever," I said, and she sighed and turned to me.
All the hesitation had vanished from her face. She is now the woman I had seen in Archmage City.
The one full of confidence, with eyes filled with dreams and ambition. She is no common woman; if she had been, she wouldn't have been able to reach the height she had.
"I'll do it," she replied.
Half an hour later, she walked out of the conference room, holding a folder thicker than my fist. It has designs, ideas, and everything else she needs to know to create the place I need.
"Captain Bandstone had reached Panar," informed Zela, and I smiled.
She is there to support Orok; he and his men fight offensively. They need defensive fighters. They have mages, but it's not enough; it needs to be people with shields.
In the last battle against the hive, they were nearly overwhelmed.
If not for Jon, some would have died. So, I sent her and her men; they are the best defensive fighters I have.
"Good, tell General Azalia to brief them quickly and have them train with Orok's men. It won't be long before they will have to deal with another hive," I replied.
Since I had gone ahead, I put together a special mining team of expert miners and mages.
They dig fast, and once they reach the hive, Orok and his men deal with it before the miners start again. To others, we are in search of crystal veins, but we are really searching for the end.
The end, which we don't even know what we will find.
