Chapter 271
19 Hope Street, Cherwood Borough .
This area was located close to the Tussock River which went through Backlund . Pedestrians could see the turbid but unusually wide water surface through the cracks and crevices in their houses .
The Daily Observer reporter, Mike Joseph, alighted the carriage and pointed at a three-story, grayish-blue building ahead of them . He said to Klein, who was standing next to him and wearing a black double-breasted suit and a half top hat and gold-rimmed glasses, "That's the Golden Rose, the best legal brothel in the area of the Backlund Bridge, as well as Cherwood Borough . It opens at three in the afternoon and stays open until two in the morning . "
The best legal brothels in the Cherwood and Backlund Bridge regions? In other words, there are better ones in these two regions but they're illegal? Klein silently mused and shot a glance at the entrance which had an inlaid golden rose . It didn't hang any signboards .
"This doesn't count as a street girl, right?" he answered without thinking .
"Of course, it's of a higher grade . " Mike personally led Klein to the front of the building and pushed the door open .
As soon as he entered, Klein caught a whiff of a mixed fragrance that was slightly pungent and heard a soothing yet suggestive melody .
Instinctively, he looked around and saw bouncers, in black coats and half top hats, standing on either side of the entrance and in every corner of the hall . As a legitimate business, they were obviously meant to deal with drunkards and boors .
The golden hall was surrounded by all sorts of sofas, chairs, and even a piano . In the center, there was a dancing area .
At that moment, there were many ladies sitting in different areas with their hair colored in gold, brown, pale yellow, or black . Some of them looked mature, some shy and young, some young and attractive, and others who were rather beautiful .
These ladies were either enjoying the melody, giggling whilst in conversations with each other, quietly reading newspapers and magazines, or dancing with the men .
It was only half past three in the afternoon, so there weren't many customers . At a glance, this place looked more like a proper ball than a brothel .
"If you come after eight in the evening, you'll see some interesting performances . Heh heh, if any of the ladies catch your eye, go over and invite them to dance and then ask them for their prices amidst the beautiful melody . If both sides can come to an agreement, you can head to the second or third floor and have a wonderful time in some room . Hehe, as long as you're willing to spend money, you can sleep here the entire night . " Mike turned his head from left to right, suddenly losing his previous calm and gentlemanliness, appearing a little more frivolous .
He walked into the hall with a smile, and he approached a young girl who was at most fifteen or sixteen years old .
I-is he showing his true nature, or is this an conduct of a professional? Klein watched, a little flabbergasted as he subconsciously followed behind Mike Joseph .
"The victim, Siber, was only 16 years old . In theory, a girl of similar age is more likely to be a friend and would know more," At that moment, Mike lowered his voice and explained .
He then raised his thin eyebrows and asked in a normal voice, "Which lady caught your fancy?"
"I'm just your bodyguard," Klein responded with very normal logic .
Mike slightly nodded and suddenly laughed .
"I'm not used to being watched when I do that sort of thing . "
"I'll be standing watch outside . " Klein understood what Mike meant, and took a serious, professional stance .
Without another word, Mike walked up to the young girl, bent down, and extended his hand, inviting her to dance .
Being a prostitute at this age, Backlund sure is so bedazzling and dirty… Heh, to think that there would be a middle-aged gentleman of seemingly good bearing patronizing this place . Even the sides of his hair are white… Klein lowered his hands and stood very straight, watching Mike and the young girl engage in a slow dance .
After a few minutes, Mike walked back and said to Klein with slight annoyance, "It's too expensive . "
As the two approached each other, he added in a low voice, "The girl knew Siber, but the owner, Ma'am . Lopez, forbids them from speaking with anyone else on this matter; otherwise, they would be severely punished . God, when the punishment was mentioned, the poor girl even shuddered instinctively . I can imagine how horrible it must be . "
Helpless, Klein sighed in sympathy, and asked in a suppressed voice, "So, what are you planning to do?"
"I don't want to cause trouble for those girls again . I plan on going straight to Ma'am . Lopez . " Mike patted Klein on the shoulder and said, "Protect me!"
Klein turned his body to the side and warned in a serious tone, "If we encounter a dangerous situation, you must listen to me .
"Do you understand? Listen to me!"
"Okay, okay . " Mike raised his hands to his shoulders and nodded .
As he spoke, he walked towards a single sofa in the corner . There was a charming lady, with thick makeup, in a gorgeous dress seated there .
"If you don't want to give up after a dance and embarrass yourself in front of those girls, I suggest you talk to Ma'am . Lopez first and find out the prices of the different girls," Mike raised his voice .
The lady heard their conversation and looked over . She slowly got up and smiled .
"Good afternoon, gentlemen . I'm Lopez . Did any girl catch your fancy?"
"Yes . " Mike suddenly sized her up and said with a chuckle, "I really admire you . "
I admire you too… You're acting like this is your home… Klein's mouth twitched .
Lopez's expression froze for a second, then she gave a fake laugh and said, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well today . You should know that there are times every month where women feel quite under the weather . "
Seeing that there was no way to get Lopez into a room for a conversation, Mike fell silent for a few seconds before suddenly turning serious .
"Ma'am . Lopez, I'm a reporter . I wish to understand more about Siber's matter . Here's my documentary proof . "
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