The brothel owner glanced at the ghosts behind Ruby—Julian, Adrian, and Milo. For a second, her polite smile turned sharper, like she was suddenly more interested.
Her gaze lingered a second too long.
"And who might those be?" she asked, her tone playful, but her eyes gleaming like a merchant spotting a rare gem.
Ruby didn't miss that look.
She turned slightly, throwing a glance over her shoulder at her husbands. Her smile curled at the corner, half-tilted and effortlessly charming but behind it was fire.
"Them?" she said lazily, as if they were barely worth mentioning. "They're my new toys. Recently bought them for a high price." Her voice dropped slightly, dripping with a sultry confidence. "You know how it is. Couldn't resist."
The owner let out a loud, rich laugh, clearly amused.
"Hahaha! A witch with fine taste, I see!" she said, eyes still darting over Julian's gentle face, Adrian's sculpted jawline, and Milo's soft, boyish charm.
