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In contrast to Mira’s worries, the other escorts looked like they were making their minds up, and were more than willing to use it on him.

“Yes, he’ll probably become quite a handful today. For only two hours, that is…”

Lanoa continued, still grinning like before. That aphrodisiac also had a time limit.
Two hours. The endless vigor and fortitude it offered only lasted for that time.
Once the time was up, he would be drained of all the energy he had spent earlier.
In other words, all the strength it provided came at a cost, which would come in the form of a debilitating crash once the time ran out.
On top of that, all of his lustful desires would vanish entirely for a week, as if he had reached a higher plane of thought.
In other words, Lanoa’s plan was for the escorts to stand their ground against the intoxicated King for two hours, after which he would have no energy left for Mira.

“But why would you do all that for me…”

Once Mira confirmed that the King was August, she would move to action. There was no need for drastic measures like letting the escorts handle a lust crazed pervert, if anything, she wanted to be his main opponent.
But the escorts had already made up their minds.

“Don’t worry about us, this will be the perfect chance for us!”
“Yes, I can’t wait to see his face when all his lust runs out!”

While all the escorts in the red-light were in constant competition with each other, or maybe because of that, they also had a strong bond to each other.
All of them were excited about the prospect of firing back at that man, who had plenty of money and power, but was also a ruthless lecher.
Part of that was their desire to protect Mira, believing her to be a new hire, but there was something else driving them now.
Mira could only wonder what kind of paradise awaited someone who could have the best escorts of the red-light district, all doing their best to satisfy just one man.

(It does sound really fun to be sucked dry like that…)

A personal harem was the dream of any man, and it also enticed Mira. At the same time, she hoped that the King would survive the encounter.
Meanwhile the escorts giggled and laughed as they thought up of ways to make fun of the King once his energy ran out.

A set of large gates rotated heavily on their hinges, signaling it was time for the King’s playtime to start.

“Alright, we’ll get at him in order so he can’t get out.”

They had finally decided on their plan, so the escorts lined up into formation, ready to march onwards, while Lanoa went to give the pink bottle to Mira.

“First we’ll all get around him so he can’t see you, and then you go and pour it in his wine. He always keeps it on a table nearby.”
“Okay, I’ll do that!”

Mira took the small bottle and gently stashed it away in her pocket. She had heard them mention how the King always liked to drink wine while in the act.
Her first job was to sneakily go and pour the aphrodisiac into his wine while he was distracted by all the other escorts.

“Alright, let’s do it!”

Lanoa took her spot in front of everyone, giving the signal to move forward as the escorts all answered in unison, passing through the gates. They really resembled a hero’s party ready to face off against the final boss.

(It should be easier to apprehend him after he’s run out of steam.)

In case the King turned out to be August, and Lanoa’s plan worked as intended, Mira would be able to avoid having to fight him.
She was still curious to see how powerful another of the leaders of Ira Muerte, the largest evil organization of the continent, could be. But she could not forget the location she was in. A full-out fight could cause costly damage to the building, and more than likely, she would have to make an emergency retreat as soon as she had secured him.
She could only pray things would go smoothly as she followed the scantily clad women.

(This place is crazy too…)

The entire floor was reserved by the King, and everything down to the smallest details were so refined that it really looked like the inside of a royal palace.
A long corridor stretched out in front of her, with numerous doors to each side. The floor was adorned with a red carpet, and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling illuminated the way forward. It was all similar to what she had seen in other castles before.
All of the escorts marched through the corridor without hesitating.
Mira’s curiosity was instantly drawn to the closed doors, wondering what hid behind them. Eventually they passed by one that was open ajar, giving her a glimpse inside, to what looked like a classroom at school.
Why was there such a room in a place like that? Were they studying anything?
It was incomprehensible for Mira at first, until the realization dawned on her. That room was used for role playing.
And it was one of those forbidden school situations.

(Does that mean the other rooms are also…)

There was no way that was the only room like that.
Mira could only imagine what other locations had been recreated in the closed rooms, until her thoughts were interrupted as they reached the end of the corridor, and the room where the King was.
Lanoa looked back, quickly exchanging a nod with everyone else, and then announced her arrival loudly before opening the door.
Lanoa went in, then the other escorts, and Mira in the end.

(Ohh… Solomon should build something like this too.)

It was a room even more glamorous than that of an actual king. Everything was exquisitely made, and one glance was enough to tell that it was all prohibitively expensive, even the small accessories strewn about the table.

“Good, you came. Let’s see you entertain me again.”

There was also a fine leather couch, imposing like a throne, and sitting atop it was the King himself.

“We’ll do our utmost to satisfy you.”

The escorts replied immediately, approaching him with smiles.
Lanoa also signaled at Mira to come with her, and she followed.
The two stood right in front of the King, and the other escorts slowly took their places to both sides of them, letting him get an unobstructed view of each and all of them.

(Hmm…so this is the King.)

That was the ruthless pervert, who used money and authority to devour beautiful women on a daily basis, and did not even spare new hires.
Mira had pictured him as the stereotypical disgusting and corrupt noble.
But the man in front of her truly had something regal to his appearance.
He was fit, with toned muscles, and no excess fat anywhere on his body.
There were also no signs of balding on his head, his golden hair neatly trimmed short, and clean with no greasy sheen.
His face was no different, like a sculpted figure with perfect features. There was nothing to find blame at.
The arrogant and haughty attitude he took was also that of a proud ambitious monarch, charismatic in a way that would make even other men want to follow his bidding.
He briefly surveyed all of the women standing in front of him, eventually centering his gaze on Mira.

“Oh, is that today’s newbie? Mhm, very good, Botts really has outdone himself finding this gem. You’re approved, I’m looking forward to toying with your body.”

He narrowed his gaze as he grinned ominously.
A cold chill ran down Mira’s spine as she imagined just what he had in mind, and then visibly twitched as she recalled her position and raised her voice, “Hello, I’m Mimi.”

(Well, it’s not like any of that is going to happen!)

As she replied, she quickly *Examined* him as well, greatly rejoicing at the result.
She had found the King’s name, and just as she expected, he was one of Ira Muerte’s top leaders, August Gradin.