Chương 640: Chapter 639: Seductress I

Tara Veyrault"He came, finally," said Barb as a large entourage of people entered the legacy compound with a large carriage train. There were so many people I could barely see him.

"Thankfully, we will be able to leave now!" I replied. The Bathhouse is a beautiful place, a heaven no less, but I miss home badly. We have been here for months, and due to this prince, the trip was extended further by a few weeks. Now that he has come, we will attend the party tonight and leave tomorrow. Although, before that, I have to do something. Something perilous. We had finished all our objectives, including the most important one: the master's blood. It still made me ashamed.

It was my responsibility, but Barb had to finish it for me. It is why I have to be successful today. It is not part of our mission but something I am doing on my own. Extreme caution is necessary, and Madam Caena personally warned me not to do it if I felt the slightest doubt.

"I will see you later," said Barb before walking to the exit of the villa's roof. I nodded and turned to the sea. It's beautiful, and I will miss it a lot. I stayed on the roof for an hour before climbing the stairs to my suite. I have done everything here. I have explored the island and shopped. I have bathed in nearly every pool of Tranquill Bathhouse and taken every type of bath. I even visited a few neighboring islands and spent a few nights there. It is a paradise, but I am getting bored of it. It's not home.

Greltheaven isn't big, and there are not as many things to do there as there are here, but it is home. There is always something to do there. Girls to talk to, people to seduce. I love what I do. Watching the men who had barely any interest in me become obsessed with me gives me a thrill and makes me feel powerful. For this reason, I have not accepted the position of Madam. I will one day, but not right now. I want to keep seducing the most challenging. Maybe, and maybe, find love.

It's hard for a whore, but I kept hope in my heart. With nothing to do, I closed my eyes, with the beautiful view as a backdrop, and fell asleep. Knock Knock! I was woken up by the knock. I immediately got up and opened the door. The other side is Rexy, the trainee.

"Madam Barb had asked me to wake you up," she said. I looked at the clock before turning to the woman before me.

"Thank you, Rexy," I thanked. The woman smiled and walked away while I turned back to my room. It is past five, and we must be at the party at eight, but Barb knows very well. That, when I sleep in the afternoon, I remain sleepy for hours after waking up. She sent Rexy at the right time. By eight, all this sleepiness should disappear. I went to the bathroom and showered before coming out. I nearly stumbled over one of the gifts. I have received a lot of gifts, and I already packed, but these are different.

They are the most expensive ones, but they come from a single person. I am conflicted about whether to take these gifts home and have them returned to the person after I leave. I shook my head of those thoughts and lay on the bed. I stayed there until seven when I got up and walked toward the make-up studio on the villa's first floor. Click! When I arrived, I saw all three of them already there. Mrs. Rand and her three assistants were working on them. Mrs. Rand is below Eudo.

She handles a whole floor, but she was sent here with us. It is a critical mission, and looking beautiful is one of our greatest weapons. I removed my clothes and wore a robe before letting them work on me.

"I have never seen a prince. I am very excited," said Gloria, and the girl looked as excited as a girl her age should have been. In brothels, girls mature early. Gloria did, too, but since Master Silver took over, she has let her child self out more. Even after she became madam, she let it out now and then. Though mostly spontaneously, she quieted down as she did and put a serious expression on her face. This story originates from a different website.

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"So are we," replied Barb. We are whores, we have no business with princes. A few princes had come to cities I had been in, but we never got a chance. First, the madams would rarely let us leave to see the prince, and more importantly, the city guards would throw us away when they sensed our class.

"I was lucky enough to see four princes. Including the emperor," added Mrs. Rand. She didn't seem too impressed by them. For people like us, princes are far above us; we have no relation to them, but tonight, it will change.

"Remember, you all are representing the Velvet Garden. I want you all to behave at the party in the best way," advised Barb. Soon, I got out of the chair and removed my robe. Miss. Rand's assistance begins to apply shimmer across my body. Others didn't do that. They applied it, but not to the whole body. I need it, especially today. Makeup and clothes are my armour. They give me the confidence to walk into the world, and today, I need to be the most confident person I can be.

Soon, she finished with makeup and brought out the dress. It is bright red, seductive, with a deep neckline and beautiful lacework that shows hints but doesn't reveal everything. Men liked it. It makes them want to see everything. Unlike me, Gloria and Barb had worn the toga, while Rexy wore a fusion of dress and toga. I wore the dress, and she put jewelry on me. It was a beautiful diamond necklace and earrings. In my hair, she put pins of realistic-looking roses made of ruby and other precious gems.

I turned to the mirror as they finished. Teachers say seduction should be subtle, like a gentle wind in the moonlight. I disagree. To me, it is like shining the sun on the brightest day. It should be direct. Bright enough that one would feel it even with closed eyes. I never hid my intentions when I seduce. It is more challenging but also enjoyable.

"Let's go," said Barb, as the clock reached near eight. I felt them activating their skills, making them more beautiful and graceful. Drape of Seductress. I also activated my skill, which I got when I reached level 30. It enhances clothes and makeup, which, in turn, makes me more confident in myself. Soon, we reached the venue. It is the bathhouse.

"Welcome, members of Velvet Garden," welcomed Lady Aardwyn. Rylan is here, along with his mother and the bathhouse manager. His father isn't here. This is good because, since that incident. Things have become tense with him and Barb. He declined to meet with her at his weekly meetings, so I replaced her with all our interactions with him. Still, some encounters were unavoidable and made things awkward.

"Thank you, Lady Aardwyn," replied Barb, and we entered inside. I immediately felt hundreds of eyes. Thousands of people were invited; many had come to the island, especially to attend this party. I could see a lot of familiar faces, but many unfamiliar. We had just walked inside when a man in his early fifties approached us. He was handsome, with an enviable physique and large dreadlocks hanging to his shoulders.

"I was waiting for you to descend to the party, Miss Utsa," he said to Barb with a smile.

"Madams," he greeted us before turning to her. He is Malanth Drakon, a mercenary leader and a Lv. 40+ powerhouse. He came to the island a little over a month ago to rest and relax after a mission.

"Mr. Drakon, it is nice to see you again," replied Barb with a smile. He is an important man. He is not the kingdom's citizen; nobody knows where he is from. He has been a mercenary from a young age and is based in Oton, but he also does missions on other continents, including Zenid. He has been there many times. He offers the services of a large mercenary company that many kingdoms desire.

"It is I who is happy, Miss Utsa." He replied before putting his hand in his bag.

"I even got this for us," he added, and a clay bottle appeared in his hand. Seeing it, Barb's eyes lit up. The man is interested in Barb, but he is more interested in her ability to drink. They had even sparred; Barb came back with broken bones and a smile on her face. Seeing him taking out glasses in the middle of the party, I shook my head and walked away. The others separated as well. Going to a different way.

"Miss Tara," I had just walked away when I heard my name being called out. Hearing the voice, irritation flashed in my eyes, but I stopped and forced a smile as I turned. Soon, a man appeared in front of me, about my age. Handsome, with thick curly hair.

"Lord Myrrwa," I greeted the man.

"I have told you many times, Miss Tara. You can call me Laodis," said the man, wanting to come a little closer but stopping when he saw me ready to step back.

"You are a Lord, my lord; I cannot do that," I replied politely. I love to seduce and revel in their worship, but not in infatuation—especially the kind this man has. I had ways to deal with it, but this man's father is powerful, and I am in a foreign land. I would rather not do something that would displease him.

"Did you get my present? I had it made, especially for you," he asked.

"It's a beautiful gift," I replied with a small smile. It is indeed a beautiful gift, and I love gifts, but seeing his obsessive infatuation. I returned his first gift, but he sent it back. I sent it back again, but he once more returned it to me. Since then, I simply accepted the gifts and avoided him as much as possible. I could do it during most days since we have our own guards aside from those from the kingdom. They can make excuses, but it is hard at the parties.

"Miss Tara, I am throwing a big party on my island. I want you to attend," he invited. Till now, it was an invitation to the parties in his manors here on the island with the Bathhouse, but now he had invited me to his island. Yes, he has an island and more than one. His family controls one of the most prosperous islands in Dorus's dominion.

"I can't, Lord Myrrwa. I am leaving tomorrow," I replied, and the way his expression changed was genuinely satisfying. We have kept the date of our leaving secret. Very few people know about it.

"So early!" he said, with his voice reaching higher.

"Miss Tara, you must stay! I can provide you with everything here. You will want for nothing and have every luxury for yourself," he insisted, and I wanted to roll my eyes. The man is so infatuated that he even contacted Velvet Garden to buy my contract. Sister Margaux said he had offered a lot of money for it. I was shocked by the amount, but not the length, of his willingness to get what he wanted. Extreme infatuation is like that. It is what makes it so dangerous.

"Thank you for the kind offer, Lord Myrrwa, but Greltheaven is my home, and I am already missing it dearly," I replied with a smile.

"Miss Tara, I." He aggressively came close, and I finally had enough of it. I was about to use the skill when Barb arrived beside me.

"Lord Myrrwa," she greeted before turning to me.

"Tara, come. I have to introduce myself to someone," she said, and we moved. He watched with an open mouth and was about to follow but stopped, feeling a few eyes on him.

"Thank you for the rescue," I thanked.

"Of course," she replied with a smile. As I said, the man is powerful, and I wouldn't want to use that skill on him. It would have displeased him, and that is a bad thing. I heard things about him, and those things were not good. True to her words, Barb introduced me to someone important and then another person before we separated again. I kept an eye on him, never letting him get too close. I am very good at it, especially in the legacy. It might not be a velvet garden, but I still know how to hide in the mist.

Soon, it was nearly ten, and a drum rang out. It immediately silenced the whole party, and we turned toward the entrance. The prince is about to make an entry.