A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

Alessia Osvid, the only daughter of the Grand Duke of the Lorian Empire.

Saint Karina knew perfectly well why the Grand Duke's heir would frequent this place. After all, she was a regular customer of this establishment, and even the Emperor's not-so-obvious intelligence noted it.

The note above states that you'll almost always run into this guy when you go to nightclubs at night. If you had to draw a conclusion, it's probably because he's still going through a rebellious phase and wants to release the pressure he's accumulated at Partington Royal University and at home, so he comes here to have fun.

As everyone knows, the tavern is a den of iniquity, where there is no pleasure that money can't buy. As long as you pay a certain fee, any woman will do whatever a pervert wants for you.

"No wonder they're corrupt officials; they're so rich just to do this kind of thing."

Saint Karina thought to herself.

However, the mask worn on the face is not only for concealing the face; it is a medium used by Saint Karina to cast spells, just like a spellcasting unit.

This medium allows her to use magic that ordinary people cannot imagine or use, such as the "disguise technique" that blurs her appearance, making it difficult for others to remember her.

The trigger for activating the magic was a snap of her fingers; this was the trigger switch that Saint Karina had set for herself.

As she gracefully approached Alessia, the spell was complete; after leaving the tavern, Alessia would not remember her face.

Having confirmed the spell's success, Saint Karina approached the girl with the slow, elegant steps characteristic of a female hostess, exuding an aura that was both frivolous and alluring, her every move captivating, like an evening breeze brushing against her cheek.

"Miss Alessia, good evening. I am Gin, your PR representative tonight. Nice to meet you."

She lifted her skirt and gave Alessia a proper curtsy.

Sure enough, Alessia did not recognize that the woman in front of her, wearing a thin, transparent dress that only reached her thighs, was the newly appointed Saintess who was currently enjoying great popularity.

"Let's go."

Alessia was aloof, the exact opposite of Santa Karina's enthusiasm.

Her face was expressionless, lacking the youthful vitality expected of her age. While other girls talked about dramas, beautiful clothes, and cosmetics, she spent her days among women, engaging in deep, expressionless discussions about biology.

I had assumed Alessia would be a charming and talkative woman, but it seems she isn't.

So, Saint Karina had no choice but to take the initiative and link arms with Alessia. The silver-haired girl only frowned slightly but did not shake her off.

She was just not used to it, but she didn't exactly hate it. The two walked side by side up the steps, through the bustling street, and arrived at the entrance of a luxuriously designed clubhouse.

The sign above is written in the official language of the Lorian Empire: "Tavern." The back of the sign is made of precious wood, and each letter is carved in pure gold, making it very valuable. It targets high-end consumption and is aimed at the middle class and above in Lorian.

Behind the gate, carved with the gods of Lorian faith, lies a decadent and decadent world of extravagance.

"Welcome to the tavern, Miss Alessia. Here you can freely express your pent-up desires without any restraint, and I will be happy to oblige you. What service would you like to receive next?"

Saint Karina first uttered the familiar pleasantries, then glanced at Alessia's expression out of the corner of her eye.

From the moment we met, the girl had a blank expression. She was also serious and unsmiling at school. She was cold, aloof, and unsociable. Other students and teachers described her as "disregarding collective honor and liking to put on airs."

However, no one dared to speak of the Grand Duke's heir to Alessia's face; they could only gossip about her behind her back like chattering bedbugs.

In person, they even had to try to win Alessia's favor, doing everything they could to please her for the sake of their families or their own interests.

106. The Saint's Lap Pillow

Despite having noble blood flowing through her veins, Alessia is often the subject of gossip behind her back.

Extreme nobility and extreme baseness also created another extreme, namely Alessia.

Saint Karina could more or less guess that Miss Alessia's life at Partington Royal University was not as comfortable as others thought.

From this perspective, it becomes highly reasonable for Alessia to seek pleasure in brothels.

Her hands were very delicate, like those of a pampered young lady who never lifted a finger. However, she was not someone who liked to take care of herself. She didn't have manicures, and her nails were a normal light pink color, but the tips of her nails were very long and sharp.

If you were to run those hands through your body, the sensation would be incredibly intense.

This won't do, Saint Karina thought.

Before hitting a home run, guests at this kind of place are required to trim their nails. This is a long-standing rule of the club. Every bottle of fine wine is a treasure of the pub. Guests can taste it, but they must not waste or spoil it in a rude way.

If you really want to sleep naked with Alessia, you must make sure she has her nails all trimmed first.

The clubhouse doors opened wide, revealing a magnificent, gilded corridor. The white marble floor with gold trim reflected the ornate crystal chandeliers and light troughs above.

The walls are covered with warm-colored wallpaper, creating a cozy atmosphere. Several paintings by contemporary Impressionist artists, mainly landscapes, hang high up, adding to the ambiance.

At the end of the corridor was a spacious hall furnished with sofas and coffee tables. Female escorts surrounded the guests they served, taking drinks from the trays held by the waiters and feeding them in various daring ways.

For example, it can be held in the mouth and poured in through a kiss, or poured onto the center of the full cleavage of the chest, allowing the guest to drink it before the wine runs dry.

There are no moral constraints here; you can do whatever you want, as long as you feel like it.

Alessia merely glanced at it before turning her face away, showing no interest in looking at it for even a second longer.

Just then, a waiter came by with a drink, and Santa Karina gestured for her to stop, taking a glass from the tray. This batch of drinks was a liqueur made with whiskey as a base, suitable for after-dinner consumption. It had a sweet taste, bright color, and low alcohol content, making it more suitable for younger girls.

"Does Miss Alessia like to drink?"

"I neither like nor dislike it. Do you want to play vulgar games like those people just now?"

Alessia's sharp gaze fell on the sofas in the lobby, where alluring female escorts wrapped their supple, snake-like bodies around the guests, their voices coquettish and suggestive—a sight that might send shivers down the spine of anyone unaccustomed to it.

She disliked seeing such scenes in public.

Upon hearing this, Saint Karina simply smiled and took a sip of her drink.

“Miss Alessia, those who come here are merely following their instincts and desires, and I don’t consider that shameful. Elegance is nothing more than a cloak used by humanity to mask its ugliness. Since you’ve come to the [Tavern], you should be prepared to be naked. Or perhaps you hope to spend an elegant night?”

She made a pointed remark, her expression a half-smile.

"I'd really like to know why you got such a joint recommendation from dozens of customers. Your store manager told me that although you're new, you must be a very likable PR person for the store. I hope tonight's expenses are well spent."

Alessia skillfully evaded the previous topic, avoiding a debate over elegance versus vulgarity.

Theoretically, people who come to places like this for fun aren't respectable. By engaging in a discussion with the female escort, she was implicitly admitting that she was that kind of person.

Saint Karina's identity is that of "Gin," a new recruit at the "Tavern," but she only needs to serve Alessia and no other women.

Apart from the two people involved, the store manager, and Saint Karina, no third party knew about this.

Although the price for a newcomer isn't a fortune, it's still measured in gold coins. Ten gold coins is roughly the entire year's, or even more than a year's, income for a family of three living in the lower city, whose children are old enough to work.

This price is considered normal for a tavern, neither high nor low, but one thing is certain: Miss Gin's professional skills are different from those street prostitutes or lower-class hostesses; she doesn't act passively at all.

"Rest assured, Miss Alessia, I will take good care of you and make you feel happy inside and out."

Saint Karina continued to hold Alessia's arm, leading her away from the hall filled with what was described as vulgarity.

Passing through the hall, you'll find yourself in three glass corridors leading in different directions. Because of its proximity to the dock, a waterway has been magically created here.

The floor, made of special glass, allows you to see the gently flowing river below, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of strolling on the sea.

The waves rolled up white foam, and the river breeze smelled different from the sea. It didn't have the salty, damp smell of the ocean, but rather the fresh scent of earth and grass, which drifted into the hall through the windows and dispelled the lingering heat of the day.

The private room we booked tonight is on the top floor of the club. The top-floor rooms are the most luxurious and have the best views, overlooking the entire bustling street at night and also offering a distant view of the pier.

I've heard that doing it in a place with a wide view will give you a completely different experience. If you want to pursue excitement and decadence, then you might as well go all the way.

Alessia's heart was almost numb; her motivation for coming to the brothel was revenge and catharsis. She wanted to tarnish the Grand Duchess's honor, to trample the Osvid family's self-righteous glory and etiquette underfoot, and to fill the emptiness in her heart.

She didn't care what happened next, she only cared about the outcome.

She took the automatic elevator to the top floor, outside which was a magnificent, palatial corridor. Santa Karina stopped at the door of room 514, where two waitresses dressed in light-colored, vintage-style court dresses were already waiting.

They bowed to Alessia and Santa Karina, then discreetly left the room and immediately closed the door. What followed was a private time for the hostesses and guests; the waiters were only allowed to enter when the guests requested them.

The magnificent European-style room shut out the retro and bustling atmosphere. Although outside was a world of mechanical magic and theological magic, and there was even the crisis of a possible demon invasion, everything inside the room was unrelated to those things, and was even more tranquil than the streets and markets.

Santa Karina led Alessia to the sofa, while she herself went to the bar in the room to select base spirits for making cocktails from the liquor rack.

Which bottle does Miss Alessia prefer?

Alessia was completely distracted, standing by the bookshelf flipping through the latest issue of the daily newspaper and magazine.

"casual."

Spending all day at aristocratic banquets surrounded by all sorts of wines has left her with absolutely no interest in such things. If she could, she'd much rather have a cup of coffee or a cup of Kobayashi-flavored black tea.

Her disappointing answer did not dampen Saint Karina's spirits; since the guest showed no interest in any sense, she would take the lead.

This is the job of a female public relations professional, and also her area of ​​expertise.

No matter how indifferent a guest is, even if they are a block of ice, she will warm them up and turn them into a pool of flowing warm water.

Tonight's special treat to liven things up is a cocktail called Hell's Gin. With gin as its base, drinking it feels like an arrow piercing your gut. Combined with the refreshing lemon juice and the sparkling effect of the liquor, it instantly heats up your heart and lungs, making your body feel hot and energetic in a short time.

Santa Karina is very confident in her alcohol tolerance and has never been drunk so far.

If the blood alcohol content is too high, the body will send out a warning signal, prompting her to use her divine power or magic to reduce the blood alcohol concentration.

The so-called ability to drink endlessly without getting drunk is simply a matter of using some practical tricks. Anyone working in public relations will prioritize learning this magic to avoid making a fatal mistake.

She poured several ingredients into a silver shaker used for mixing drinks, then swirled it around in a dazzling display before pouring lemon-flavored sparkling liquor into a wide-mouthed cylindrical glass.

The final step is to add ice cubes and sliced ​​fresh lemon.

The reason for going to such lengths to mix drinks for such an unromantic young woman is obviously to get her drunk, undress her, and do all sorts of things.

Two glasses of chilled sparkling wine were placed on the glass coffee table, but Alessia wasn't particularly interested in them. Her eyes were fixed on the headlines in the magazine, and she didn't seem like a customer who came to the club to relax.

Santa Karina picked up a glass of wine and walked behind her, deliberately bringing it close to her ear and intentionally blowing warm air on her.

“Miss Alessia, are you really not going to sit down and have a drink? Since you're in a tavern, you should be enjoying some wine, and even more so, wine. What's the point of just looking at magazines? They can't bring you physical pleasure, nor can they fill the emptiness in your heart. Are you going to roll up that magazine and use it to make yourself feel better?”

"This is utterly boring. I expect you to show some real skills instead of just talking big."

The aloof Alessia finally received the provocation, closed the magazine, put it back in its place, and picked up the sparkling wine on the table to take a small sip.

The refreshing lemon flavor, combined with the slightly stimulating liquid, creates a strange stinging sensation on the tip of the tongue.

A current surged through her muddled, numb brain, and she suddenly felt a flicker of anticipation for what was to come. The spicy liquor made her body slightly warm, and her pale cheeks flushed a soft, ambiguous red under the influence of alcohol.

She looks like a normal teenage girl now.

This gin, produced in Nobia, another city in the Lorian Empire, has a refreshing taste but a strong aftereffect. People with a low alcohol tolerance only need two glasses to stay awake all night and wake up the next morning.

"The wine is good."

Would you like to try a different way of drinking it?

Santa Karina sat down naturally beside Alessia, her slender fingers holding the glass of wine. Alessia's gaze lingered on those fingers for a few seconds, imagining them paddling.

She hasn't tried it yet and doesn't know how to do it.

In fact, although Alessia was known for her promiscuity, her private parts were not subjected to the torment of fingers, only the touch of lips and tongue.

She disliked the feeling of being penetrated, only occasionally being guided to penetrate other people's bodies.

The little snake's exploration was already comfortable enough; she didn't want to give more, such as handing over her first time to the female public relations officer.

Undoubtedly, although she excelled academically, she was a blank slate when it came to matters of the heart. Because each time they indulged in their passions, they only exchanged physical intimacy, not emotional connection.

The woman before her was not only incredibly charming, but her eyes were also full of tender affection, as fiery as the wine in her hand.

She'll likely get drunk on this "gin" tonight.

Alessia wore a puzzled yet curious expression. Her pale golden eyes resembled a beautiful wheat field, the golden wheat swaying in the breeze, deep and mysterious, possessing an alluring melancholy quality.

"Besides pouring it directly down your throat, are there any other ways to drink it?"

“There’s more than one way to drink alcohol at our club. For example, you can pour it on me and then drink it.”

Saint Karina deliberately accentuated her voluptuous figure, implying that it wasn't just a cleavage, but also a vessel for wine. She had rarely suggested this to other women before, but today, suddenly seized by a surge of interest, she wanted to tease Alessia, this expressionless woman, and thus impulsively offered this somewhat subtle suggestion.

She had seen dozens, if not hundreds, of women who longed to act like adults and step into the mysterious temple. They were all basically driven by the idea of ​​indulging themselves and filling their emptiness.

As a saintly lady who is physically and mentally healthy and has a sound personality, Saint Karina's favorite thing to do is to help them find the right goals in life.

Physical communication is the best way, because the distance between mind and body will be shortened by the negative distance of the body, and at the same time, many life principles can be exchanged.

Would you like to try it?

"No... I want to do it in a more elegant way."

"Then let's do this."

Santa Karina closed her legs, which weren't covered by black stockings, and laid Alessia on them. A service that straddled the line between vulgarity and elegance, yet offered unparalleled comfort, included a lap pillow.

This way, the safety boundaries between the hostess and the customer are not crossed, and the customer receives some comfort—a win-win situation. Alessia, a young woman lacking love, would certainly not refuse such a service.

Sure enough, her expression wavered slightly. At first, she was somewhat resistant, feeling uncomfortable lying on a stranger's lap, but the moment the back of her head was touched by soft skin, she immediately surrendered.

Unlike the cold, lifeless pillows at home, or the heavy, brick-like professional books in the library, they are not cold and hard.

Alessia closed her eyes to enjoy the brief moment of peace. Her throbbing temples were still throbbing, and the splitting headache lingered, yet she was too ashamed to ask Miss Gin to massage them for her.