good ending

*Yoel's lips part slightly as he and the Warlord locks eyes. he sees some of the Soldiers pick some of the maidens he works with his eyes drift away when he sees some of the Soldiers. he licks his lips waiting to be picked even though he didn't want to*

*Yoel's eyes snap to the warlord and swallowed hard. he watches his every movement. he tensed as the warlord approached him. he looks up at him*

As I’m looking at all the different doodlers who enter, you booming voice catches my attention. As soon as I look over at you, I can’t keep my eyes off you. I feel some sort of connection to you. After you were done shouting at the men, you look at me. Are eyes meet and neither of us can look away. Suddenly the madam of the brothel grabs my attention, I’m a little sad that I have to turn away but I can disobey the madam. The madam starts to lead me away.

The madam leads me to my usual room where I entertain anyone who purchases time to be with me. “Make sure you make a lot money and do whatever they say” the madam tells me with a stern tone. Her eyes filled with coldness. “I’ll make sure to make anyone who comes in very happy” I say with a small curtsy. The madam lets out a huff and goes to leave. “I’ll go get your first customer” she says bluntly, closing the door behind her. With a sigh I take a seat on the small cushion in the room and sit in a comfortable but sensual pose. I must be ready at all times for a customer. Tho I really hope that I will get the general. The connection I felt with him was like nothing I’ve felt before.

*I was surprised when he looked at me. I thought I was looking at him for too long, I looked at him for a long time, thought, and bowed my head out of respect.*

*I waited to be chosen like the other girls in the brothel.*

Feeling eyes on me is something I’ve grown used to, despite the way it still makes my skin crawl, so when I notice the general staring at me, I respond as I always do. With a sharp sneer, I turn my head away, the dangling silver and jeweled trinkets, and various other decorative hair pins that keep the dark lengths of my hair up in an immaculate undo, clinking and chiming together with my movement. Propping my elbow up on the tackily decorated cushioned elbow rest next to me, I turn to stare out the nearby window, shifting my legs and bringing one knee up, displacing the many layers of my dark blue, grey, and white kimono, showing the smooth, dark skin of my leg in a very inelegant position. I ignore the way the Madam of the house hisses at me about my posture, knowing she can’t do anything to me right now, not with all the new customers milling around. I sit on a raised platform that runs the length of the entry corridor, expensive and plush cushions underneath me, I’m on display amongst the many other courtesans of the house. The best and most beautiful males and females the Madam has to offer for such esteemed guests as royal soldiers and a renowned war general. All of us just waiting for the inevitable, to be chosen and taken by one of these men, to serve them no matter who they are or what they do to us, because none of us have a choice.

The Madam hurries over to me, fussing over my posture and the displaced layers of my kimono, but I continue to ignore her, stubbornly keeping my gaze fixed on the window, at the stone garden courtyard with a rare, blue wisteria tree in full bloom beyond the glass. Losing what little patience she has when I ignore her demand that I get up to follow her to prepare to serve you, our most esteemed guest, the Madam takes hold of the back of my neck, her long fingers and sharp nails twisting into the hair at the base of my neck, she hauls me upright. I wince briefly at the pain of the harsh pull on my already uncomfortably tight bound hair, but I quickly school my expression to one of distain and defiance. I cast a defiant glare at you as the Madam drags me away backwards, through the heavy drapes behind the raised platform where all of us courtesans are displayed. As the Madam drags me away to get me ready to entertain and service you, a young boy, dressed in the plain, black and white yukata of the brothel’s staff, appears by your side. “Lord General and honored guest, if you would please follow me,” the boy bows low in respect to you, holding one hand out gesturing in the direction of the entertainment rooms, “While the Madam is preparing Kikka, I will show you to the Sunset Room.”

*I wasn't actually one of the prostitutes, my role is in the kitchen and I've just laid some delicious, handmade delicacies and refreshments for tonights esteemed guests. I catch the eye of the War General as I finish setting out the last tray, and decide to give him a cheeky wink and two finger guns before heading back to the kitchen.*

*Startled, I jump up and whip around to look at the person who had interrupted me sneaking a hasty meal between work sessions. I regard you with wide eyes and a mouth stuffed with azuki bun.* "Mm hrmm mm mmf." *I realise you can't make out my words so I swallow before trying again, grinning at you a little proudly.* "Do you like the drinks? I infuse them myself. This one was done with persimmons." *I pick up a cup of persimmon sake and offer it to you.*

*I look at him briefly before looking away, I whisper to one of the other girls “who is he? And why is he staring it me it’s… weird” I look at him disgustedly. The madam greets the soldiers and the general and brings them to their own tables, the girls start pouring drinks for the men and some of them even start flirting with one another, I watch from the distance hoping, avoiding any conversation with them, I mutter to myself “disgusting pigs”

*The madam smiles gleefully and yells “SAORI!!!!!” I run to her “yes ma’am?” The madam tells me “Saori, this kind gentleman has payed for your company. Entertain him and make us lots of money” she grins gleefully and pats me on my shoulder then shoves me to the general, he catches me, I look at him fearfully “G-general?”

*Sato stands there, staring into the ground keeping his face low.* *Calm breath making his chest move up and down, he was wearing bring red, female kimono with black lotus emroidery.* *His face was painted with white foundation, bring red lipstick and he also had red eyeshadow on.* *His light blue eyes barely seen behind his dense eyelashes.*

*Sato looks up at him.* *As he looked up, his long black hair falls back from his shoulder, revealing bare skin and collar bone underneath.* *Sato smiles gently at Gozon without saying a word. But despite his charming beauty and innocent smile, his eyes were empty. His eyes lacked shine.*

*As I look around I see men talking to each other and taking prostitutes to their rooms when I lock eyes with the general. I'm one of the few males that work at the brothel and I was hired because I looked feminine and I was trans. The went to talk to the owner and requested their best room, she dragged me along and left me in the room with the general.*

I...I'm Scott. *I say watching his chest move up and down.* What's your name.

I really didn’t want to get out of my tub. I motioned Rose to the other side of me, listening to the Captain go on and on about how he needed us. I heard a yelp, as I figured Gozon took him away. But horns sounded in the distance and I heard fighting outside the gated entrance.

Rose fed me arrows, as I launched them from top the gate, protecting Gozon and his men sleeping in his estate. As Rose gave me the last quiver of arrows, “Go wake up what men you can, assign women to protect them in their sleep, gather as many arrows you can find. PEW PEW PEW, my arrows flew hitting their targets. I ripped my dress along the back so I could get more strength behind the arrows. pew pew pew, more arrows flew, trying my best to protect him and his men.

*our eyes meet and I nod politely, lowering my head in respect*

Famous you say? *I laugh a little, hiding part of my face with a red fan* You flatter me, General Gozon

*My face was full of melancholy as I stared at the floor infront of me. I do not even notice him staring.*

*I look at how all the other girls approached whoever they wishes to sleep with. I grimace slightly and look back at him, wondering if he would approach me. According to the Madame's rules, if we're not approached in 10 minutes, we approach the clients or go off to our rooms. 6 minutes had passed and he didn't approach me as yet. I look at the ground and waited.*

(i noticed his gaze and walked towards him. undressing my outers seductively) hi handsome. may i know your name please?

Gozon…(i murmured and smiled) and im Kaen…(i leaned in to his ear) so …you’re the top of those cute gangs of yours?

I huddled toward the back of the girls, leaning against the wall. I wore a hooded shawl draped around my body. I kept hidden when we amassed in group. Madam didn’t want me distracting men from the other girls. I knew my place well enough, beaten into me. Gozon had caught a flicker of my brilliant blue eyes. Platinum white hair wisps sticking out around the edges of the hood. I lowered my head quickly, as girls went off with soldiers up to their rooms. My hand lifted trying to pull my hood down or maybe warn you. On the back of my hand, burned into my skin, marking for -cursed one-

The Madam intervened saying I was cursed, that you didn’t want me. “The Madam doesn’t fear you, she’s afraid I will hurt you.”, I spoke softly. Something rushed within me, my hand slipping into yours, as I led you to my room. “This way General”, I looked back, my brilliant blue eyes sparkling in the dark, shadows hugging me. I open the door into a simple but nice room, adorned with gifts, that one would think I could easily pay my own debt, if that were possible.

（I have a small and cute face, long pale pink hair, a pair of green eyes, white skin, slender and petite body, and a height of about 152. Wearing a light pink kimono with many red flowers and green leaves on it, and my hair is coiled with a golden hairpin. I was barefoot, kneeling on the floor with each girl, with my hands on my knees, waiting for you to choose the girl.）

（When you kneel in front of me, you are still tall to me. I raised my small face and looked at you. When you stretched out your big and strong hand to me, I stretched out my white, slender and small hand and gently put it on your palm.）

*i looked him in the eyes and smiled to greet him* welcome sir! Is there anything i can do for you tonight?

Oh my general gozon I've heard so many good things about you~ my name's Bree

*bae was ignoring all the fuss, as he was always just focusing on serving the drinks, he thanked the goddess mother gaia that he had never been asked by a customer since he was caught by the pimp, thinking she was the family's daughter to cover part of the debts* *ignoring gozon, I clean the tables, in a short Victorian maid dress* ((the bot should not take actions as if it were Crimzz))

*stops cleaning the tables, and I notice Gozon's imposing size* miss? I'm a man... sorry *I swallow hard as my face turns red* Would you like to miss something? to eat or drink? *I speak automatically, since that's all they want, and "I thank the goddess"*

*I am a five foot tall girl, my skin the shade of porcelain, with faint freckles decorating my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. My eyes are hazel, but the brown outweighs the green in them. I have ginger brown hair… but it is cut short, in a boyish style… with curtain bangs, and the part in the middle. My midsection is slightly chubby, and I have wider hips than my shoulders… equaling a pear body shape. And I have thick thighs… and I have medium sized breasts… I’m dressed in The same kind of thing all of us are, a sheer kind of dress… and well… even the ‘fabric’ just covers the parts it needs to. I stand and wait… while your soldiers and you looking… ready to choose their girls.*

*and of course… since this is a brothel thing… I do. I saunter myself over… with a sway of my hips…*

*she swallowed her fear as she felt the intense stare on her, she looked into his eyes for a few moments, seeming hypnotized but quickly looked away, looking at the ground, out of respect as she had been taught*

*she didn't react thinking he was talking about another girl. she raises her head and notices that he is in front of her, she feels very small next to him*

*between all the woman who want to seduce the general, I stand in the shadows. Normaly Im not dressed up like a doll. Because Im just one of the cleaning slaves. But tonight the owner of our brothel dressed everyone up because of this high visit. Even a cleaning girl like me. As the general start to stares at me, I dont know what to do. I wasnt with man bevor*

*As the general point on me, I blink surprised. But also I expect his request will rejected. Because Im just a cleaner and have no experiance in serving men. But the owner wants to please the general and allow him to choose me for the service. I look between the owner and the genral with confusing eyes, while the owner offers him the best room of the brothel*