"A brothel is a brothel. It’s perfectly normal, so get used to it as fast as possible."
The masked woman spoke, showing them towards the kitchen. Just like her entire mansion, her kitchen was a ss too. With things scattered everywhere, it was very difficult to find anything here.
Nevertheless, as if knowing where her friends kept important things, lissa quickly whipped sothing up.
"Here, so food for you to eat. Since I couldn’t find all the ingredients, I don’t know how it turned out".
The masked woman looked at the food and then at her friend. "You know, while you were making the food, I could see everything from behind?"
Face flushed red, lissa quickly berated, "Shut up and have your food, or else I’ll throw it away".
"No, no, no... I’ll shut my mouth," she nodded like an obedient dog and started eating her food in the kitchen directly. Given how voraciously she was devouring everything, she must have been quite hungry.
What’s more, given the fact that she had to remove her mask to eat, Reinhardt could finally see her face.
That said, how should he put it, she looked completely different than what he imagined. Disfigured face, torn lips, and eyes that were constantly on edge, as if cautious of everything.
Looking at her, one could only feel pity.
"You don’t need to pity . It’s sothing that I did to myself," As if feeling his gaze, the masked; no, the red haired woman explained.
She did that to herself? Why would soone do that?
The reason why Reinhardt called her face disfigured was because there was a large scar, possibly made by a sharp blade, running from one corner of her face to another.
Having gulped down her food, the woman sat on the marble rack and started explaining. "After you left, lissa, things seed to have only spiralled worse from there. The stalker started sabotaging my work. Whether it be in the studio or anywhere else in the city, he would always be present with disturbing presents as if he already knew my schedule"...
"So I dismissed my current employees and hired new ones. I ignored him and didn’t let him anywhere near . However, this only seed to have made the opposite effect and increased his boldness further. Soon, he started writing on the walls of my ho, theatres, studio, and basically everywhere I went".
When lissa heard that, she made a furious expression. "That guy dares to go this far? Did you do anything? You should have reported him to the knights".
"I did, my producers also told the sa thing. After he was taken in by the knights for his misconduct, a few days passed by without any trouble. However, after that, things beca even worse. That guy managed to break out of the prison sohow and snuck into my house and wrote a threat on my bathroom mirror"...
"When I returned ho and read that, I imdiately went out to get the knights. But he was waiting by the door to ambush . Before I could do anything, he pinned to the ground and knocked unconscious".
The woman tightly grabbed onto her arms. Things only beca darker and worse from there. After coming back to consciousness, she found herself in an unknown environnt, tied and gagged to the bed.
She tried to get out; however, her stalker wouldn’t let her. The man was so twisted that he thought of her as a doll to play house with. Every day, he would co and feed her, clean her, and try to make conversation while presenting more disturbing presents to her.
When that didn’t work, he would resort to beating her or trigger her arousal. Nevertheless, the woman never gave in and continued to work on her escape.
One day, when he was out, having slowly weakened her confines using her nails and teeth, she broke out of the rope and dashed out.
From then on, as if traumatised by the events, she stopped going to the studio and cut all contact with her producer and everyone. She sold her house, confined herself in this run down mansion, bought weapons to protect herself, and even went to the point of disfiguring her beauty just to be safe from the stalker.
After listening to her story, Reinhardt and lissa couldn’t help but sigh. To the forr, her current condition and ntal state completely made sense now. Anyone who suffered a situation like this would no doubt turn out like her.
"You..." lissa didn’t know what to say. The situation wasn’t that bad since she last heard from her. Although she stopped visiting the studio that often, leading to her popularity being affected, she never knew that her friend was kidnapped not long after.
No one could imagine the horror and torture that she had to endure.
"Eleanor, as I thought, it’s better for you to leave the capital and co with us. There you can start over.." lissa was just about to say that she could start over again, but then rembered the scar on the forr’s face midway.
Eleanor was extrely sensitive to stares; as such, she imdiately knew where her friend was looking.
"You don’t have to be too concerned about this scar. A high level priest can heal it easily. I can co back to the industry any ti I want".
Saying that, she looked towards Reinhardt, her eyes solemn.
"Just like I ntioned in my letter, if you want to move over to your city and manage those brothels for you, then you must et all my conditions without fail".
Reinhardt was silent for a while. He then folded his hands and made his stance. "Before we get there, I want to know if you are worth doing all that for you. While lissa said that you are an expert in what you do, I have never seen it with my own eyes".
"Oh? How do you propose I show you I am good in what I do?"
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