Note: English is not my first language so I hope there aren't many stylistic or grammatical errors.
Anri sank down on the bench and sighed. It was around damn late o´clock on Friday, which meant he was lucky to find himself an empty table. Tired from the entire day spent out in town, he just wanted a quiet drink to help let his mind rest. As he found out, his lifetime worth of working around the countryside didn't help him with finding a job in the city.
Looking up to see the hall filling up with guests and workers alike, he wasted no time and burrowed his face into the menu. He was heading for the alcohol section when his gaze, again, fell upon the selection of drinks of a more '
organic
' nature.
Hmm... Pixie essence, dragonkin elixir, dryad sap... elven milk, holstaur milk, human milk... centaur milk-top, centaur milk-bottom... wait what? Wait... OH!
A shadow covered the paper as a figure sat down opposite of him. She stared at him silently until he raised his head.
"Hi!"
"What´s up Jarill? Bored again?"
"You look a little down. Need some cheering up?"
"Well... Turns out I´m useless," he muttered and put down the menu. "Apparently I can´t do a single practical thing in the entire capital. How the Hell am I going to continue?"
"You worry too much. You're still under the care of my mother. You don't need to have a career right away."
"Yeah? And for how long? How long will your mother tolerate me here? A year? Two?"
"As long as need be. If she sees that you're trying and not simply taking advantage of her kindness she won't throw you out."
"Now that's very comforting," Anri said sarcastically, his mood just about non-existent.
"Back in my village I had my life pretty much laid out in front of me. I had the advantage of having a scribe as a father. Reading is still a pretty common skill, even out on the countryside, but most still can't write legibly, let alone grammatically correct. While I was growing up helping around the farms and on the mill, he taught me everything he knew. All about formal letters and written language, how to get attention of the less educated populace... even counting! But everything I picked up turned out to be a common knowledge around here. And my farming experience isn't much helpful either!"
"If you think you need an education just to get paid in the city, then you think too highly of its citizens."
"Either way the point is everything I have learned from my father is useless. I have no ground to stand on. If I want to accomplish something I must somehow pick up a new set of skills."
"Leave that for later then. How about we get a drink? You've outdone yourself today, you deserve a chance to relax."
"Not at all, Jarill! I haven't achieved anything. I shouldn't even be sitting here, wasting your mother´s money!"
"It´s on me then! You
reeealy
look like you need some stress relief." She leaned across the table and whispered: "I can get an empty booth if you want."
"No mood," he said.
Jarill scowled at him for deflecting her attempts to help and thought. A spark appeared in her eyes as she came up with an idea.
"Ok, get up and come with me!" she exclaimed.
Anri looked at her, confused and protested: "Really Jarill, I don't think I'm in a mood for another one of your surprises. I'll just book it and go to sleep early."
"No way! You seriously need to stop pitying yourself like that! Come on, get up and come!"
She grabbed his hand and dragged him from the table and out of the hall. First she stopped at the reception and asked the girl behind the counter something. She handed her a small hey, like the ones for the rooms, and off they went. They were heading for the staircases leading to all the upper floors of the House. Except instead of going up, Jarill led him further back and
down
the stairs into the lower parts of the brothel. But they were on the ground floor. There were no paintings or tapestries hanging on the walls, nor were they painted pinkish red like most of the hallways in the House he had seen.
"Uh... Jarill? Does this place have a basement? Or is this a dungeon?"
"No, the dungeon is in the northern wing. Or under it, rather. This is something different."
I was joking
, Anri thought, but felt a bit relieved. Although the fact that somewhere in this place was truly a dungeon had him immensely worried. Why would a brothel need a dungeon?
As they descended the air felt increasingly more humid and warm. He could see droplets of water condensate on the ceiling and the walls were becoming less built and more "carved". When they finally reached their destination he forgot how to breathe.
Before him, opened up a vast cavern of natural rock, uneven walls bordering the entire hall like a great dome. Only the floor was artificial, pools of water of various shapes and sizes were built into it, some cold looking, some steaming. He saw people in towels and strange bathing suits swimming or just relaxing in the water. There were statues of white marble and fountains in shapes of people or fantastical sceneries pouring into the pools. Looking at it, most were depicting a suggestive or straight out sexual pose of some kind. There was one of a woman with water pouring out of her nipples or a beastly looking dragon holding a naked girl, dragging tongue across her belly. The whole scenery was illuminated by crystals of magical light, reflecting on the cavern ceiling like constellations.
"Tadaa!" Jarill yelled. "What do you think?"
Anri was out of words. "It's like... it's magical! How have you managed to build this? Was this here the entire time?!"