"Lord Seiou, I want to wear a dress like that too," she said.
"Of course, I’ve prepared one for you as well... Jerry, co in please."
Jerry, the head tailor, ca in along with a group of skilled seamstresses. They had co with us and were waiting outside the gate.
They were all experienced seamstresses. They said that simple alterations, like shortening a dress to a mini or adding a slit, could be done in ti for the evening opening.
"I want a slit like Lucia’s," one said.
"You’re too short for that. A mini would suit you better," another replied.
"Hey that’s an!"
"A mini would look cute on you, Kreha. You have nice legs."
"Really? Maybe I’ll go with that then."
"If we’re cutting, let’s use a different dress. I’ll grab it, so wait here."
The won seed to have their own trusted seamstresses, and they quickly started discussing what kind of dresses to make. It was a bit loud, but the lively atmosphere was nice.
"Lord Seiou, we finished these too."
Ren and her group brought a basket of new products. Inside were string panties, made by the workshop.
"These string panties are made from leftover string and fabric, but will they really sell for a high price?" Ren asked.
"Well, at five thousand corls, so custors will buy them as souvenirs."
Whether they buy them to have their girlfriends wear them or to enjoy them alone, there’s a use for them. They won’t spoil, so keeping them in stock isn’t a problem anyways.
"These tiny pieces of fabric, smaller than a handkerchief, will they really sell for five thousand corls?" Ren said, doubtful.
But she didn’t know that for many n, sex budget is a special account. n might think a five-thousand-corls handkerchief is expensive, but a five-thousand-corls pair of sexy underwear feels cheap, even if it’s half the fabric.
"The lobby feels too open. It’s not calming. Let’s put that there."
Using item creation, I made a huge mirror to separate the guest seats from the girls’ chairs. It wasn’t just any mirror, it was a special one where we could see the guests, but to them, it looked like a regular mirror. A magic mirror.
"Amazing! We can see inside from here, but from there, it’s just a mirror!"
Glass would work too, but the girls would feel more at ease if they couldn’t see the guests.
"The girls will sit on the raised seats behind the glass, the ’display stage,’ and wait for guests."
Instead of the old tavern style where girls approached guests individually, they’d sit on the display stage, letting guests choose freely. Guests would enjoy checking out the girls’ full figures slowly. The term "display stage" probably cos from those doll displays, but let’s not think too deeply about it.
"Lucia and Laika, try sitting on the display stage."
"Okay."
"Got it!"
I had Lucia and Laika sit to test it. Lucia showed off her long, neatly aligned legs through the slit in her skirt, while Laika, in a mini skirt, deliberately crossed her legs to flash her panties at . Both were pretty good.
(The best part is, it doesn’t need communication skills.)
The reason Lucia’s group was often undervalued was their low communication skills. But it doesn’t require talking sexy outfits, and since they’re naturally cute, they’d surely get chosen.
"Just sitting there? That’s easy," one said.
The won from Laika’s forr faction seed to like it too. The old system of individually dealing with guests seed efficient, but it was stressful. The girls got tired of hustling, and guests probably wanted to take their ti choosing.
"The base price will be twenty thousand corls."
On top of that, we’d add individual nomination fees based on popularity. The highest were Lucia and Laika, with an extra fifteen thousand corls.
"Will it be okay to raise prices that much?"
The quieter girls from Lucia’s group, who used to charge only five thousand corls, were worried. Jumping to twenty thousand corls made them anxious about losing custors.
"You’ll provide service worth that price, so it’s fair. No unauthorized discounts. But even if you don’t get chosen, you’ll get ten thousand corls for sitting there half a day."
"Just for sitting!?"
"Amazing!"
"If you sit there in beautiful outfits, you’ll definitely get custors. Have confidence in your beauty, girls."
"Yes!"
"Thank you!"
Lucia’s shy group lowered their heads happily at my words. They lacked communication skills but were diligent. If they perford the trained services well, they’d gain regular custors.
"We’ll also start a free nomination system. If guests don’t choose specific girls, it’s a five-thousand-corls discount, so the price is fifteen thousand corls."
"Okay."
"Understood."
"We open at seven tonight as usual, but starting tomorrow, we’ll open at eleven in the morning."
There’s no need to stick to the old tavern format or nightti hours. Shift scheduling will be tricky, but I’ll leave the details to the administrators.
"Finally, from the national rebuilding funds I borrowed, I’ll provide a subsidy. A ten-thousand-corls discount per guest, up to five hundred guests."
"Wow!"
"Is that okay!?"
This makes free nominations effectively five thousand corls, the sa as before. A little boost was needed to shift from the old minimum of five thousand corls.
Lastly, I decided to hire separate staff for accounting and cleaning. Given the nature of the work, I’d ask won who retired from prostitution to take these roles. This way, the girls could focus on their main job.
"Phew."
After saying everything, I sank into a sofa. The girls had gone to private rooms to try on the underwear I created or adjust their dress lengths.
Lucia, the top girl of the brothel, seed especially busy. I should tell her to pick a representative for administrative tasks soon.
"Lord Seiou, thanks for the good work!" Laika, the only one done with her dress and underwear, leaned against my chest. Her slightly childish, beautiful face, done up with bold makeup, looked up at . Her top was open, showing her boobs, and her short skirt rode up, revealing her bold and smooth thighs.
"Hey, isn’t my skirt cute? It’s the shortest in this country!"
She happily fluttered her short skirt, flashing her pink panties.
"Wanna take a break in an empty room? I want you to see how much I’ve practiced foam washing."
"Sure, let’s get thoroughly clean and pick up from yesterday."
"Oh! The seamstresses might hear us!"
Laika didn’t seem to mind at all. Well, she’s got a thing for being watched, so it’s no surprise.
But as I started toward a room, a female guard from the royal guard stopped .
"Excuse , Lord Seiou. The princess summons you. Please co to the castle."
"Oh, if it’s the princess’s order, I have no choice but to go. Laika, we’ll continue later."
"Ugh, you better keep your promise!"
"Of course. I’m not dumb enough to ignore a woman as fine as you."
She’s the top girl of the brothel, after all. I need to train her well and keep her loyal. With my [Psychopath] skill turned on, that’s all I could think about.
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