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Andy arrived at the brothel by carriage around midday, the events of the previous night still weighing heavy on him like a dark fog. He was directed straight to the dining room, where the warm smell of simple soup greeted him.
He collected his ration—a bowl of soup and a chunk of bread—and headed to a table. As he passed, saw Tina leaned the wall. She didn't say a word, just winked playfully at Andy, but he turned his head away, ignoring her completely, and kept walking. The other prisoners in the brothel dining room began to murmur among themselves, their low whispers and sidelong glances following Andy as he walked past.
Andy went straight to Kevin's table and sat down across from him. Kevin was eating his soup with one hand and raised the other in a brief greeting. The brothel's routine continued as usual, but Andy's face showed deep weariness and confusion, as if he was still struggling with the unpleasant memories of the night before.
"Well, well, look who's finally back, boy," Kevin said with a crooked grin, stirring his soup. "I honestly thought those noble girls would've finished you off by now—they can be downright lethal when they get going."
"Yeah, they're like animals," Andy muttered, nodding slowly as he stared into his soup, voice low and bitter. "No control, no shame… just taking whatever they want."
"So, spill it—did you see anything juicy at the Royal Castle?" Kevin asked, leaning in with a mischievous grin, eyes gleaming with eager curiosity.
"Well, I met the Queen and the Princess," Andy replied calmly, voice flat as he stared into his soup.
Kevin nearly choked on his spoonful, eyes widening in shock. "Wait—what?! The Queen and the Princess? You serious? Did you fuck them?"
"Of course not," Andy said with a tired shrug, indifference masking the bitterness underneath. "I ran into the Queen at the hot springs… and the Princess? She hired my 'services' for the night. But nothing happened—at least nothing I can clearly remember."
Kevin leaned forward, eyes narrowed with intrigue as he studied Andy's blank, unmotivated stare—the usual spark completely gone from his face. Whatever had happened at the Royal Castle with those nobles had clearly left a mark.
"Your usual fire's gone, Boy," Kevin said, voice low and serious. "What the hell's on your mind?"
Andy pushed the bowl away slightly, the soup still steaming and untouched. "I just want to get out of here as soon as possible," he muttered, voice flat and distant. "If I stay in this place any longer, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind."
Kevin glanced around to make sure no guards were close, then leaned in closer.
"Finish eating quick, then come to my cell," he whispered. "I've got a plan. We're getting out of this shithole—for good."
After they finished eating, they both headed straight to Kevin's cell. Andy took a seat in the chair across from the small table, where Kevin unfolded a large parchment blueprint.
"We're going to escape by digging a secret tunnel under the walls," announced Kevin with a confident grin.
"A secret tunnel?" asked Andy, leaning in with sudden interest.
"Yes," Kevin replied, unrolling the architectural plan across the small table. "I got this map as a favour from one of the servants—an expressionless girl who handed it over in exchange for a single apple."
"Was it Robin?" Andy asked quietly.
Kevin shook his head. "No, some blonde. Doesn't matter who she was now anyway."
Andy studied the parchment map closely, its faded ink detailing the five levels of the Brothel of Lust. The lowest level held the isolation cells for troublesome prisoners like him. The second level contained the reception hall and the lavish client rooms where the "services" took place. The third level housed the dining hall and the cramped slave cells. The fourth was reserved for the employees' quarters and the armory. The top level, on the surface, disguised the entire operation as an ordinary tavern—a busy drinking den that served as the perfect public front.
The plan was dated from year 272, after the Fall of the Demon King, and bore the seal of King Jonas II Murk himself.
Kevin leaned over the map and explained the brothel's design in a low, steady voice.
"From the fourth level down to the second, the walls are made of that unbreakable anti-magic stone—no spell or tool can get through it. But the first level, the isolation zone for the real troublemakers, is different. It's just packed earth held up by marble pillars and heavily soundproofed so no one hears a thing down there."
He paused, tapping the parchment.
"That's why the plan is to get ourselves thrown into isolation first. Once we're down there, we dig a tunnel straight up toward the surface. No magic walls to stop us, no noise carrying to the guards. It's the only weak spot in the whole damn place."
Andy studied the floor plan again, tracing the lines with his finger before looking up.
"So how do we get into the isolation zone?"
"That's the tricky part," Kevin said, tapping the lowest level on the map. "The isolation zone is only for the real troublemakers. No one gets sent down there unless Madam Roxanne or one of the guards authorizes it."
"Okay," Andy said. "What's the plan?"
"We need to start a fight—one of us has to cause enough trouble to get thrown down there for a few days as punishment."
Andy nodded slowly. "Got it. And once we're in, how do we dig out?"
Kevin's grin turned sly as he pointed to a small note scrawled on the edge of the map.
"Remember that day we argued? I was coming to apologize, but when I passed your cell I saw you balls-deep in one of the brothel guards—blonde hair, brown eyes, moaning like crazy while you pounded her from behind."
Andy's expression shifted, a flicker of reluctant heat crossing his face as the memory hit him. He could still picture Tina on all fours, blonde hair messy, brown eyes glazed with lust as he took her hard a few days ago—her fat ass bouncing with every thrust while he used her.
"Yeah," Andy muttered. "I remember railing Tina, leaving her pregnant, and selling my cum for coins."
"Well, I did some digging," Kevin continued. "Her full name's Tina Leonhart. She's got a younger brother locked up here, and—most important—she's an Elemental Magic user. Earth affinity."
Andy's eyes widened. "You're saying…"
"Exactly. An earth mage can move dirt like it's water. She could carve us a tunnel straight out of the isolation zone without anyone hearing a thing. Before one of us gets sent down, you need to sweet-talk her—offer gold, your cock, whatever it takes—to get her on board."
Andy exhaled, impressed. "Alright. Let's do it."
Kevin rubbed his hands together. "So—who's heading to the isolation zone?"
Andy pulled a gold coin from his pocket with a grin. "Heads or tails?"
"Heads," Kevin shot back instantly.
The coin flipped high, glinting in the dim light before clinking to the stone floor.
Heads.
"Well, well," Kevin chuckled, savoring the moment. "Luck's not on your side today, my friend."
Andy's face fell. "Damn it."