“Ladies let’s her to the Phoenix Rooms!” The beauty in charge ordered.

Afraid to hurt the innocent women encircling her, Seulgi sheathed her sword and had been dragged upstairs into the back.

“What’s the Phoneix room?” an onlooker asked as he d the courtesan in his arms.

“How dare you look at our mistress!” The courtesan lightly slapped his face to grab his attention once more.

“Why, don’t be jealous pretty one!” The guy assured her. He looked back and saw the beautiful mistress ascend the stairs once more.

“She can’t be bothered.” The courtesan stopped his groping and led him to a nearby room. “You won’t have enough to buy our mistress. Even the wealthiest minister officials don’t have enough. When she was only twelve, she performed at the Grand Princess’s birthday banquet. Everyone in the royal family praised her. She even caught the eye of the Crown Prince!”

“Then why is she meeting a young master in the Phoenix Rooms?” He pulled the door closed.

“The Phoenix Room is where we serve our VIPs, how do you know that person was just a mere young master.” The Courtesan taunted.

“Wa– hold on just a minute! Let me–” Seulgi was struggling to keep her weapon away from the mass of women crowding her as they navigated her into a room with luxurious designs.

“Leave us.” The mistress instructed once Seulgi was pushed into a seat at the center table.

Alone with just the beauty, Seulgi eyed her and took a quick glance at the table in front of her. Foods of all kinds decorated the circular table. Large plates of neatly stacked meats. Small plates of well–seasoned vegetables. And a shiny brown jar of wine as small as her fist. Tempting but she was disciplined. 

“You must be mistaken. I’m not here for your type of service.” Seulgi stood up.

“And what type of service do you think I provide?” The mistress slowly made her way over.

“Listen I’m not here for games. Why would you ask a noodle shop owner what kind of food he serves?” Seulgi held out her sheathed sword. Lodging it between their shoulders to prevent the beautiful mistress from coming any closer. “I’m here to find someone and I would be very grateful if you could cooperate.”

The mistress gave a light scoff before sitting down at the table across from Seulgi. “I’ve met all kinds of people looking for someone. Wives in search of their loyal husbands, mothers looking for their to-be wedded sons. Masters for their loyal servants.”

“Quit the riddles.” Seulgi slammed her weapon onto the table. 

“Then how about a bet?” The beauty poured out a cup of wine from the jar. “Finish this jar of wine and I’ll cooperate with your wishes.”

Seulgi took the bet. She didn’t want to stay in a place like this any longer, it was revolting to her. Unfortunately, the wine she drank was the brothel’s famous One Shot One Kill wine. No matter how many jars she’s taken on with Seungwan on their birthdays were not up to par with this particular white wine. This type of fire water is not for the faint of heart.

With Seulgi knocked out, the mistress ordered her to be tied up. Once secured in place and weaponless, she waved a bottle with a stench so foul, Seulgi jolted awake!

“Wh– argh” Seulgi shifted back and forth, her vision regaining focus. “What did you make me drink?”

“It’s our brothel’s most eminent wine.” The beauty smirked as she settled on the edge of the bed, across from where Seul