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The casino was the most visited location of the city, with dozens and even hundreds of different scents from visitors mixing at the same time, leading to more than thousand different trails to follow, and finding a specific one amidst them was no easy task.

But the nose of a Cu Sith like Wooftson was special, and could tell every single one apart with ease.
In the end, he gave an answer. “I don’t sense our target nearby, woof.”

“Are you…sure…?”

Even if August only left for a few minutes, that would be enough to get his scent out, and Wooftson would notice.
Only the passage of time could erase a scent signature, especially after a few weeks.

At the same time, Mira realized that Iris had been keeping track of August’s movements for a while too, so it made sense that he would avoid going outside to not give her any information.
That meant they would have to properly check inside the casino too.

On the other hand, many rooms and areas were off-limits inside, creating another problem if August was in one of those.
Security was extremely tight inside, and there was word that they had even more sophisticated security devices inside too. Getting there would not be easy, even if she managed to get Worthramble’s help.

“Hmm, maybe we’ll come back…”

Unsure of how to proceed, Mira turned around and decided to come back later, after she checked the other place she suspected first.
There had been two locations that stood out as August’s likely hiding spot, as she did her first round through the city.

The first was the casino, the largest and most secure building in all of Meditorea. She could easily imagine some mob boss sitting in its upper levels, counting bills on a desk.

The other place fitted the description Alma and Iris had given, that of an irredeemable pervert.
It was located at the edge of the city, the second location that moved the most money, the red-light district.

As stated, the standout feature of this city were the countless brothels.
Most of those establishments were made to cater to the biggest audience. Using their services already carried a large cost of 100’000 Rils, but even that seemed reasonable compared to the red-light district, at the same time highlighting its uniqueness.

The red-light district had everything necessary to fulfill anyone’s dreams to their fullest extent in one night, no matter the time of the day.
It did not matter what one wanted, or how. In other words, it was the perfect place to upset Iris.
So that was the main reason why August could potentially be hiding there.

(Or I guess it makes even more sense for a guy to stay there…)

Thinking about it again, between the casino and red-light district, the choice was obvious for Mira.
August had to be in the red-light district, where any man’s dream could be fulfilled.

“I’ve had a revelation. He has to be over there!”

Acting like it was a purely logical decision, not influenced by her own desires, she hastened her steps towards the red-light district.

The distance from the casino to the red-light district was a kilometer and a bit more, which Mira traversed in a straight line, with Wooftson still in her arms.
Partway there she noticed something.

“Helen, my sweet Helen, are you going to work tonight? I’ve been longing to see you so much, I can hardly get any sleep!”

There was a robust man pleading, clinging onto a pretty lady.
While love in this city only lasted for one night, sometimes scenes like that would also play out, usually ending with a man and a woman entering a room together.
Mira was reminded of how free-spirited this city was, and went along.
She also heard how Helen replied, now behind Mira.

“Umm, hmm… I don’t really know about going there. But I guess I wouldn’t mind taking a visit request.”

It was not surprising to hear that in a city like this, the brothels also offered what could best be described as a delivery service.
If someone ended up liking a girl a lot, they had the option of bringing her over to whatever inn they were staying at, and get to know each other a bit better in private.

But judging from that man’s strong reaction, that type of service was far more expensive than being in the establishment, as he begged her to go to the brothel instead.

Meanwhile the lady insisted that they would get a lot more quality time with a visit, and kept suggesting that option. It also made sense that a more expensive service would net her a larger cut.

(I don’t think any man can win in this situation.)

In the end, his attraction to her won out. He booked an expensive visit for that night, and Helen passed Mira with a triumphant gait.
Meanwhile the man who had just become a good amount poorer…

(Well, at least he looks happy.)

A quick glance back revealed that all he could think was the incoming night, daydreaming about what was to come.

Similar interactions played out all over the street, both from men and women. Mira was also the target of various people, mostly from establishments that catered to women, or men who wished to spend a night of love with her.

Sometimes women also approached her with kind smiles, trying to invite her to some inn or another.
It also was not uncommon to see men together, vanishing inside the rooms of an inn.
Nothing could get in the way of love in this city, and there were no barriers between men or women.

And since everyone understood how things worked there, no one would push things either.
Saying no was enough to get rid of anyone. And even when some men tried to insist and get pushy with Mira, she could just keep walking without batting an eye, and the guards would take care of them.

Morals were thrown out of the window left and right, while ensuring that it was also done safely.
The pleasure district accounted for seventy percent of the city, with adult entertainment littered everywhere. One would expect such a place to also be rampant with crime.
But actually being there made Mira realize that it was actually quite a safe place.