Following the directions of a few passersby, Guilliman quickly found the high-class brothel named House of Night.
It was a three-story building, spacious and discreetly luxurious from a distance, yet warm and comfortable upon closer inspection.
If one didn't know beforehand that it was a brothel, they might even think it was a cozy, upscale residence where a group of beautiful girls awaited their master's return.
However, the only thing that somewhat spoiled the atmosphere was this.
At the entrance of this residence, a tall, strong bald bodyguard, wearing a short-sleeved leather armor, revealing two muscular arms, and with scars all over his face and body, looking quite fierce, stood at the door, clearly not someone to be trifled with.
When the bald, burly bodyguard saw Guilliman approaching, he first crossed his arms, blocking the witcher's path, then frowned and said in a deep, booming voice:
"Excuse me, sir."
"Our House of Night is a membership-based establishment and does not entertain outside guests."
"You seem to be a new face; please show your membership card, otherwise, forgive my rudeness, but I cannot let you in."
Guilliman was taken aback; he truly hadn't expected the House of Night to be so high-class, even operating on a membership system. It was indeed unique, as expected of a place run by a higher vampire.
Although he didn't have a membership card, he wasn't in a hurry at all. Instead, he asked with interest:
"Excuse me, how can I become a member?"
Although the bald, burly bodyguard looked fierce, he spoke quite articulately.
He looked at Guilliman, whose physique, appearance, and demeanor were all quite extraordinary, and seemed to recognize his witcher identity, his attitude becoming cautious as he said:
"To become a member, in addition to paying an annual basic membership fee of three orens, you must also have recommendations from other members, at least two."
"Furthermore, here, you cannot force girls to provide services; their own wishes must be respected, and each service requires an additional service fee."
"The specific price needs to be negotiated with the girls themselves."
"Our House of Night offers complimentary high-end wines and gourmet food, operating only in the afternoon and evening. However, on most holidays, the girls choose to rest; whether they wish to work is up to them."
"If you cannot accept these requirements, please do not disturb us and do not make a fool of yourself."
Hearing these demanding conditions, Guilliman clicked his tongue in admiration.
This wasn't a brothel; it was more like a gathering of noble ladies. Could that higher vampire, the "Queen of the Night," also be a master of scarcity marketing?
He maintained a kind smile, and while distracting the bald bodyguard, he gestured with his fingers for an Axii Sign, saying:
"Hey! Look here!"
After all, he was just an ordinary person. Although the bald bodyguard looked quite fierce, his mental strength was not much stronger than an average person.
Guilliman's Axii Sign level wasn't high, but his magical power had reached the level of a seasoned witcher. In an instant, he hypnotized the bald bodyguard in front of him, making his expression become blank.
He grinned, then said softly:
"Don't be nervous, I'm a regular here, a member of the House of Night."
"Now, let me in, then return to your post, as if nothing happened."
The Axii Sign was indeed effective. After Guilliman hypnotized him with his voice, the bald bodyguard no longer blocked him, but obediently returned to his post, continuing to perform his bodyguard duties.
He also ignored the bodyguard, a faint smile on his face, walked to the main door, pushed it open, and calmly walked in... The interior decoration of the House of Night was indeed luxurious, similar to the decor of many European noble houses in his impression, with porcelain, gold ornaments, statues, and oil paintings, clearly a high-class establishment.
When Guilliman pushed open the door and entered the hall, what met his eyes, besides the various exquisite red-themed decorations and furniture, were three girls sitting in different poses in the hall, which also made his eyes light up.
Closest to him was a petite girl with long golden hair, sky-blue eyes, and a delicate face like a doll.
She sat on a high stool, hands clasped over her lower abdomen, in a lady-like posture.
However, contrary to her pure and petite appearance, her figure was curvaceous, and she wore a rather ornate blue-red long dress, revealing long, fair thighs, which made one feel an urge to hold her in their arms and ravish her.
And besides her, the other two girls were also stunningly beautiful.
One was a very typical voluptuous beauty.
Her dark brown hair was permed into curls, her makeup slightly alluring, and she wore a rather revealing backless evening gown, leaning languidly on a leather sofa, completely unconcerned about her exposed fair skin, exuding a strong feminine charm.
And the last beauty was a woman who looked like a 'cold beauty', with a slender figure, heroic eyebrows and eyes, and an alluring demeanor.
She held an ornate silver smoking pipe, leaning on the sofa, slowly exhaling smoke in small puffs. She was the first to see Guilliman walk in, her gaze quite sharp.
When the witcher's body fully entered the hall of the House of Night, the eyes of the three vampire beauties were all fixed on him, unmoving, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Vampires' eyesight far surpassed that of humans, and they also possessed dark vision. They all immediately noticed the abnormality of the strong and handsome man in front of them; those amber beast-like vertical pupils were too conspicuous.
Especially for the vampire beauties, how could they not have heard of the witcher's great name?
However, at this moment, Guilliman was not carrying any weapons, and a calm smile was on his face, showing no signs of hostility.
But even so, the three vampire beauties dared not be careless. Although their facial expressions remained unchanged, their bodies seemed somewhat tense, and the atmosphere in the hall gradually grew taut.
After more than ten seconds, seeing that Guilliman was only looking at them with an appreciative gaze, without speaking.
The voluptuous girl sat up, completely unconcerned as her strap slipped off her shoulder, revealing a large portion of her fair, soft bosom. She merely asked in a somewhat sweet voice:
"Guest, why have you come so early?"
"Didn't Arno outside tell you? It's not business hours yet."
Upon hearing this, Guilliman's gaze shifted to her fair chest and alluring face. He chuckled and said:
"Beautiful lady, I am a special guest, and I believe requesting special treatment is not unreasonable."
"But don't worry, I am not a troublesome guest and will not harm any of you beauties."
"Before we truly converse, I wish to present a gift, which I hope you will enjoy."
After speaking, his gaze swept over the faces of the three vampire beauties once more.
Then he turned his head, picked up an ornate gilded plate from a nearby table, drew a small knife from his waist, and, under the gaze of the vampire beauties, made a cut on his wrist.
Blood immediately gushed out, accumulating in the gilded plate, and a strong smell of blood quickly spread throughout the hall.
By the time the gilded plate was filled with blood, the wound on Guilliman's hand had automatically healed, showing no trace of the cut.
He picked up the gilded plate full of blood, his face showing no change in color, his heart not pounding, still with that calm smile.
Watching the three vampire beauties opposite him, their throats subtly bobbing, their bodies trembling, their eyes showing hunger, he said with a smile:
"Please accept my gift."
"I hope to spend a harmonious and joyful time with you all."