The large gates of Damian’s estate opened slowly, and a sleek black car rolled in. The vehicle stopped in front of the grand entrance, where Madam Catherine waited with a composed smile. She adjusted her dress and smoothed her hair, her sharp eyes scanning the arriving car.
The door opened, and one by one, the brothel girls stepped out. They were beautiful, dressed in tight, revealing outfits that clung to their curves. Madam Elena had kept her promise these were her best girls. They looked confident as they walked toward Madam Catherine, though a few exchanged nervous glances.
Madam Catherine raised her chin and greeted them warmly. “Welcome to the Wolfe estate,” she said, her voice firm but polite. “Follow me, ladies. I’ll explain everything you need to know.”
The girls followed her into the mansion, their heels clicking against the polished marble floors. The grand chandelier overhead sparkled like a thousand diamonds, casting a golden glow across the vast space.
They were led into the Grand Hall, a lavish room with high ceilings, velvet drapes, and elegant furniture. The room was empty except for a long table on one side, covered with neatly folded pieces of clothing.
Madam Catherine turned to face them, her hands clasped in front of her. “You’ve been brought here to entertain Mr. Wolfe’s guests tonight,” she said with a small smile. “You’ll be staying here in the Grand Hall for now. Once the guests have finished their dinner, they’ll be brought here for their evening entertainment.”
She gestured toward the table. “Please change into these outfits. They’ve been chosen specifically for tonight.”
The girls glanced at the table, their expressions unreadable. The clothes laid out were even more revealing than what they were already wearing-short skirts, sheer tops, and dresses that left little to the imagination.
Madam Catherine noticed their hesitation and tilted her head. “You’re professionals, aren’t you?” she said, her tone still polite but with an edge of authority. “Do as you’re told.”
One by one, the girls stepped forward, taking the clothes and heading to a side room to change. Madam Catherine’s eyes followed them, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Meanwhile, outside the estate, the first group of guests began to arrive. Expensive cars pulled into the driveway, each one carrying men in sharp suits, their faces a mix of wealth and power.
Damian stood near the entrance, his posture straight and commanding as he greeted the guests. He forced a polite smile, though his mind was elsewhere.
The next car pulled up, and the driver stepped out to open the door. A tall, dark-haired man emerged, his sharp features almost identical to Damian’s. It was Raphael, Damian’s younger brother.
“Raphael,” Damian said, his tone flat as his brother approached.
“Big brother,” Raphael replied with a smirk. He clapped Damian on the shoulder, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Throwing a party with brothel girls? I didn’t think that was your style.”
“Don’t push it,” Damian muttered, his smile stiff.
Raphael shrugged, his smirk growing wider. “Relax, I’m only here to enjoy the party. Don’t worry-I’ll behave.”
Damian didn’t respond, his attention shifting as another car arrived. Raphael lingered nearby, watching his brother closely. “What are you up to, Damian?” he murmured to himself.
As more guests arrived, the mood became livelier. The men greeted Damian with handshakes and polite conversation, their voices filling the air with talk of business and politics.
Then, from one of the cars, a man stepped out who made Damian pause. He was older, with graying hair and a strong build. His face held an air of authority, though his expression was neutral.
“Mr. Taylor,” one of the guests greeted him warmly. “It’s been too long.”
Taylor nodded, his voice deep and steady. “It has. Let’s hope tonight is worth the trip.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the man. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but he couldn’t place it. Shaking off the feeling, he greeted Taylor politely.
Inside the mansion, Lina stood in front of her full-length mirror, adjusting the shimmering gown she had chosen for the night. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, and the deep red color made her pale skin glow.
“This will do,” she said to herself, running a hand through her hair. Her makeup was flawless, her lips painted a bold red. She looked every bit the perfect hostess, but her mind was focused on her plan.
With a final glance in the mirror, she turned and headed downstairs.
As Lina descended the grand staircase, the room quieted briefly. Her beauty caught the attention of the guests, their eyes following her every step. She held her head high, a small smile on her lips as she approached Damian.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” she said, her voice smooth and elegant. “Welcome to our home.”
Damian glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “Lina,” he said simply.
“Darling,” she replied sweetly, slipping her arm through his. “Shall we welcome our guests together?”
Raphael, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow at the interaction but said nothing.
As the evening continued, the guests mingled in the grand dining room, enjoying the lavish spread prepared by Damian’s staff. Wine flowed freely, and laughter echoed through the halls.
In the Grand Hall, the brothel girls waited, their new outfits drawing attention from the maids who passed by. Madam Catherine checked on them occasionally, ensuring everything was in place.
Meanwhile, Mr. Taylor sipped his drink, his sharp eyes observing the room. He had been to many parties like this, but something about this one felt different.