The Brothel

It was flamboyant. It was the first time I have seen a brothel of this size.

"A brothel? Is it permitted?"

But when I regained my composure, it still paled in comparison to the skyscrapers and structures from my previous life.

"You'll know when you walk in. This isn't your typical brothel." Turner said with an ambiguous grin.

Someone came out before the three of us had even entered.

Not in the usual way.

The brothel had at least five floors, and the person appeared to be thrown out from the fourth floor and landed on the ground like a sack of potatoes.

‘Murder?’

My brow furrowed. In some ways, reporting this to the headmaster or any instructor would be the best case scenario. But I didn't move.

The passers-by in the area all hurried off with their own issues, surprised at first and acting as if nothing had happened.

To my surprise, the person on the ground stood up with a wince and cursed aloud while rubbing his back.

"How dare you throw me out?"

From the brothel, he was met with even