''Master, are you pleased with this beauty?'' A courtesan stared at the buff man with an eyepatch sitting up on her side. She held onto a thin quilt over her bare body with a glistening forehead and an exhausted face.
It was obvious what had taken place in this room.
The buff man with an eyepatch lit his smoking pipe with a candle on the nightstand. He inhaled the tobacco deeply and then glanced at the flushed courtesan with a loud scoff.
''Don't be arrogant with yourself, slut. I requested for new virgins from Madame Asmodelle in the past as a long-time customer, yet I am stuck with a wench whose virtue fled with her first coin.''
The courtesan's face reddened with a mix of anger and humiliation at his words. She understood that he was not pleased with her service.
It wasn't like those words were lies, but the actual truth. This man was her first customer in this brothel, and he pampered her quite a bit after taking her chastity.
