?Chapter 92:


    Makenna’s POV:


    Learn how to seduce men properly?


    The very idea churned my stomach, but refusing wasn’t an option. So, I found myself trailing behind Hayley as she led us to what she called a “special training room.”


    What I saw left me speechless.


    The so-called “room” wasn’t a room at all—it was the red-light district, the ce where soldiers satisfied their basest desires.


    “Here we are,” Hayley dered, crossing her arms with a smug smile. “Today, you’ll be learning from the professionals. Watch and learn how to charm men.”


    The sex ves around me froze, paling as they realized where we were.


    The men in this brothel saw women as little more than toys to be used and discarded. I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me. Did Hayley really think we were nothing more than ythings, like the women who worked here?


    She must have read the disgust on our faces because she scoffed.


    “What are you waiting for? Go on, get inside! The whores serve the soldiers; you serve the princes. It’s all the same, isn’t it?”


    Her words stung like a p, and I saw the faces of the other girls tighten in anger and shame.


    Most of them came from respectable backgrounds, even if some had once fallen from grace. None of them had ever been treated like this.


    “Bitch!” Alice hissed through clenched teeth, her fists balled up, ready to strike.


    Before she could act on her fury, I caught her fist and held it tight. “Don’t. Not here,” I whispered, trying to keep her from making a terrible mistake.


    Hayley, growing more impatient by the second, red at us. “Move! Or I’ll let the king know you’re refusing to cooperate. And trust me, you don’t want that.”


    Her threat worked.


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    Reluctantly, we followed her into the brothel. The moment we stepped inside, the air was filled with groans and moans.


    A curtain was pulled back, revealing the scene in the main room.


    Women dressed in barely-there clothing were draped over men, batting theirshes and purring sweet nothings. The men responded by groping them shamelessly, right out in the open. One by one, they would take the women upstairs and disappear behind closed doors.


    The sounds of pleasure and debauchery filled the air—women’s coquettish giggles, men’s low growls, the rhythmic thudding of bodies in motion.


    We stood there, paralyzed by the shock of it all. No one could have prepared us for this. Some of the girls quickly turned their faces away in embarrassment and stepped back, horrified by the lewd disy.


    “Why are you standing there like fools? Move!” Hayley snapped. “Hurry up! Watch and learn! How will you win the princes’ favor if you can’t manage this?”


    Reluctantly, we moved to the side to watch the others—the so-called “experienced” ones—perform their twisted dance of seduction.


    I tried to keep my expression neutral, though I was utterly disgusted. I watched, but I let my mind drift, desperately seeking escape from the scene in front of me. I swore to myself that when I left this ce, I’d erase every memory of it.


    Alice sidled up to me and whispered, “How could Hayley drag us here? She’s such a weirdo.”


    I scoffed. “You’re telling me?”


    Hayley’s sharp eyes darted in our direction, her ears catching our whispered exchange. Her re could have frozen fire. “What’s this? Gossiping now, are we?”


    Makenna—seems you’ve mastered the art already. Why not show us how it’s done?”


    What? Was she out of her mind? Did she actually expect women selected by the princes to degrade ourselves like that?


    I met her re with a cold smile. “Go ahead, make me. Let’s see how the king and the princes react to that.”


    For a moment, Hayley was silenced, her words stolen by her own fury. Her face was blotchy red.


    I could practically see the steam rising from her ears. After what felt like an eternity, she tore her gaze away.


    “Fine. Stay here and learn something. But if you ck off, you’ll regret it!” With that onest threat, she stormed off.


    The tension eased the moment she disappeared from view. The room seemed less oppressive, but I still felt the grime of the ce clinging to my skin.


    Leaning closer to Alice, I whispered, “Let’s get out of here. This ce reeks.”


    “Absolutely,” she muttered, already pulling me toward the door. “I can’t stand another second.”


    The red-light district sprawled out before us. Everywhere we looked, people were lost in their own pleasures, oblivious to the world. We wandered for hours, navigating the streets and alleys. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I had the nagging feeling that someone was stalking us.


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