Victor and Tarkos, both wearing luxurious looking outfits over their jaded robes, strolled through the lavish entrance with their hands clasped behind their backs like nobility.
They were guests, after all. The attendants didn't bat an eye. They were acustomed to secrecy and discretion.
The duo were ushered toward the spa quarters, but Victor subtly whispered, "That's him, by the indoor waterfall."
Tarkos gave a slight nod.
Near the cascading waterfall, Elder Min Zhen reclined within a heated crystal pool surrounded by scented steam and delicate falling petals.
Three of the house's finest maidens attended to him—
Each of them was the visual embodiment of temptation.
Their bodies were wrapped in translucent silk veils that clung to their damp skin. One who had ivory-blonde hair knelt beside him and massaged his shoulders with petal-oil.
