A few scantily clad girls were loitering around the area. I found this odd as it was already around 4:30 pm. Whorehouses were usually closed during the day as the courtesans needed ti to rest as they rarely slept during the night.
When they saw , they began to shout and purse their lips. Since these won were reapers, they were naturally very beautiful. They looked like AI art brought to life. Unfortunately, three things ruined it for .
One was the heavy ass makeup. Two was breasts that were way too big. Finally, was asses that were so big they started hanging off the sides.
I once had a friend who liked extrely wide hips and big, and a titanic ass. Both of which looked like horrible deformities.
She said it was called BBL, which stood for Brazilian Butt Lift surgery. Supposedly, the doctor would take fat from a woman's stomach, back, or thighs and put it in her ass. The rounder bottom would improve the shape of the woman's lower body, making it appear sexier.
Bella, who was Brazilian, had an okay ass, I have no idea why they nad this surgery after sothing from Brazil. On the other hand, Jasmine, who had the fullest and sexiest ass of the Sirens, was the perfect size I wanted in a woman.
Probably because I already had a harem, I didn't find these won sexy. Even though their faces were pretty. Afraid my girls would misunderstand, I let the death resonance pour out of as I commanded.
"{Act as if I am not here.}"
Both girls nodded and turned their eyes back to the street. Neither sparing a second look, I waited patiently for the owner of {Day by Day}. I was hoping to make the deal soon so that I could start training right away.
Since none of the courtesans acknowledged my presence, no one in Arcus Kiss knew that I was here. I sent a few ssages to the seller, who was marked anonymous.
'Why would he be here if the place was just getting ready for the night? '
Unless he was not a custor, but a person who works here. I had never heard of a male fuck boi that worked here, but I guess it should be possible. After all, when you lived so close to death, any pretense about what excited you might as well be nonexistent.
As I thought about the gender of the seller. I noticed a brown man with dreadlocks co out. He was wearing an ugly looking fur coat and pants. He looked Caribbean because he was not black enough to be African.
"Be dat you brutha? You the one co to bai da soulgear?"
Said man greeted with a very heavy Jamaican accent. The two courtesans who heard him laughed as they teased.
"D, are you high again? Lay off the mandrakes. Pixie's going to throw a tantrum again."
"Yeah D, who are you talking to?"
"Why you girls say that man? Luk here, I am talking to this white man in a suit."
The girls then started laughing out loud as D made a dumbfounded face.
"They cannot see . Show {Day by Day} D, and state your terms."
"Ah, you misunderstand Brutha. I na da one selling. Mai friend iz da one."
"I see, then let us go to your friend. How shall I address you?"
"No need to talk like that brutha. I am not one of the rich. I am just a bouncer. My na is Delroy Baxter. If the accent did not say it, I am from Jamaica. Mai friend inside, let show you in."
"Would I be allowed in even though I am not a custor?"
"Iz okay, my friend works in da kitchen, not on the 2nd floor. She too small."
"..."
She was too small to work as a courtesan, yet I was dealing with her instead of that man. What was going on?
Delroy awkwardly led into the kitchen where a young, skinny child was cooking what looked like so kind of stew.
"Pixie. Ya guest be here."
"Thank you, D."
The child got off a platform chair and unfastened her apron. Then she walked up to and introduced herself.
"Nice to et you, Limitless. My na is Pixie Richards. You have already t my partner, Delroy, or D for short. I will get right to the point. My {Fate} is called {Compass}. It allows to find the things I desire.
"I put my mother's soulgear on the Graveyard Marketplace because that is what my {Fate} told to do to find what I wanted to find. It is amusing that you beca the ans for to find my goal."
"Okay? What does this have to do with ?"
"Mr. Limitless, what I want is on the 19th floor. I cannot go there alone, and since I have no handler or sponsor, I have barely managed to survive here. I want to leave this place and join you when you go to the 19th floor."
"What do you an, you want to leave and just walk out the front door? You sound like you are in prison or sothing. Hire adventurers to escort you."
"I am." Pixie then lifted the hair at the back of her neck to reveal a bright tallic collar around her neck.
"And I don't have the souls to hire Adventurers."
The tallic collar around her neck looked like a slave collar. D, also removed the scarf around his neck, revealing the sa slave collar as Pixie's.
I was never a fan of slavery, but it really was a true event in world history.
"I see, so you want to buy you and take you to the 19th floor?"
"Not just , you must also buy D. I will not leave without him."
"Pixie, I told ya, I am a grown man. I can take care of myself. Brutha, please buy and take Pixie with you, she be a good kid."
The young girl quickly ran up to and pulled on my clothes.
"YOU CAN'T! D is all I have, please buy him as well. He is extrely good at fighting and loyal. You can use him! You can do whatever you want with . You can even fuck .
Just take him too."
My heart broke when I saw how much these two tried to sacrifice themselves for each other. It sohow reminded of Jo and Jas.
No matter what, I knew that if I took one of them hostage, the other would follow my orders without question.
"Ms. Pixie, you are mistaken. I owe you nothing. At least not yet. I ca here to buy soulgear, not a bunch of slaves. I already have all the fighters I need right now."
"Then let us change the situation. I'll tell you everything I know about {Day by Day}, along with the secret of how to use it! In exchange, you will buy and D and train us to fight."
"And why do I have to go through all this trouble? You're just a kid, and that nigger over there isn't even a Phantom. Why should I invest in you?"
Pixie then made a strained face, as if the life was draining out of her body. She quickly pulled out a necklace with a seven-pointed star and invoked the soulgear.
"{Day by Day}!"
Six soul avatars appeared and lined up beside Pixie. They were identical down to the last detail. Each Pixie then began to perform different dances at the sa ti.
"See this? I can teach you to be this efficient in less than 2 hours! You can use it in your war! You don't have to pay if you don't learn! It is a guarantee!" x 7
Amazed at how indistinguishable the soul avatars were from Pixie, I stopped playing hard to get and smiled like a devil.
"Then we have a deal."
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