House of Harlots

Night had not yet fallen when they saw a man enter their house. The house had a red exterior and a small sign that only certain people could see. It had been a long time since they had a customer, so the seven harlots were eager to serve him. A tall woman intervened between the seven of them and handed them a piece of paper.

“Welcome to The Red Brothel.”

The man, with slightly longer hair and a beard, read the paper slowly. The paper contained only a few rules for the prostitutes who could be used there.

First, no harm was allowed.

Second, no inquiring into the prostitutes’ private lives.

Third, no asking the prostitutes what time it was.

These three rules were just basic rules, and perhaps the man didn’t care, or perhaps he wouldn’t. His eyes then fell on the slightly shorter woman on the left. Her hair was chest-length and her chest wasn’t particularly flat. However, the man looked at her with joy, as if he had met his lover and could freely make love in the brothel.

“Name?”

The tall woman spoke, blocking the man’s vision and forcing him to look back at the short prostitute.

“Patah.”

The woman nodded. “I’m Farida, and I assume you’ve chosen Sakshi to serve you. Please enter the threshold room number three. Sakshi, bring your customer.”

The girl, named Sakshi, nodded, then took Patah’s hand and led him to the threshold room number three.

Farida looked at her watch and pressed the small button on the left side. Time slowly moved faster. No one would notice unless they looked at the clock, and none of the prostitutes were allowed to reveal the time to their customers. Farida was a pimp who kept a secret in the red brothel.

Farida returned to her room upstairs. The harlots who weren’t working were busy in the living room, playing cards, and jokingly following them. No one ever questioned whether they would be working or not today, because everyone knew that if there weren’t many customers, they wouldn’t be able to find their brothel. Whether they worked or not, they still received their monthly paychecks from Farida. There were no tax deductions or insurance premiums, as Farida would cover everything regularly. That’s why they stayed with Farida, even though they were live-in prostitutes.

The threshold was their own room. They were marked with numbers, meal times, sleep times, and facial and body care times. Everything was arranged and supervised by Farida. Their only duty was to follow Farida’s rules. No one ever knew why Farida did all of this. However, they had nothing to complain about.

“It’s been a long time,” the blonde-haired girl spoke. She had won the game and was busy watching her other friends.

“The last time was three months ago. Maybe it was the time of her lust,” the redhead replied. She was the most beautiful of the harlots. Three months ago, she had been a customer. Since then, no customers had come. They weren’t particularly passionate about sex either; they only did it for the money.

Sakshi was the youngest and the last to join. As if seven were a sacred number, the final number for the prostitutes in the red-haired brothel. Nevertheless, Farida was the one who determined their numbers.

“I heard Farida runs a gigolo brothel too.”

The blonde-haired girl then taped her mouth shut. Saying Farida’s name so loudly was taboo. The Harlots had no right to order or mention Farida’s name without a clear reason.

Dristhi, the blonde, had lived with Farida the longest. The Harlots now had better benefits than they had in their time. Whatever Farida did was none of their business.

“It’s none of your business.”

Beyond being harlot, they would live as a normal family. They were only allowed five hours outside the house, after which they had to stay home. Farida then made a schedule for them to do household chores. Like who would cook for Wednesday, who would clean the house, the bathroom, or water the plants. There were no heavy tasks, and they had no problems whatsoever.

“Dristhi.”

Dristhi averted her gaze and looked at Farida, who had changed her clothes. She was now wearing a bright red dress and a knee-length black skirt.

“There will be a lot of customers today. I think you should prepare yourselves, everyone.”

Dristhi fell silent. It had been a long time since customers would flock to their brothels.

“And me?” Distrhi asked, confused.

“Dristhi… Whatever happens, if you feel the slightest bit strange, you must tell me.”

Like a psychic, Farida thought she was seeing the future. As if the brothel would soon be destroyed. However, perhaps that wasn’t the case. Farida simply possessed a power that no one else possessed, and she wanted to protect everyone in the house with it.

Farida averted her gaze, then looked at her harlots with her usual cold face. “Take care of yourselves. Sakshi has been making love for two hours now. There’s no sign of stopping. Sakshi is still going at it. I’m afraid the next customer will do the same.”

The redhead frowned. “Isn’t time unlimited?”

“For those who are about to cross over to the next realm, they only have three hours. If they pass, the prostitutes with them will also enter the next realm. I’m telling you this so you don’t waste a single moment. If they insist, then stop them. Even if you haven’t reached climax, you must stop them.”

Like a final message, the harlots shuddered in horror. They didn’t know what to do or say. After all, they were prostitutes.

Dristhi looked at Farida anxiously for the first time since starting business with her pimp. She didn’t have a problem with anything Farida did, but her last words were like a curse to them as prostitutes.

Before they could continue, the doorbell rang again. The six prostitutes quickly walked to the front door, following Farida. This time, it was a middle-aged man. Since Farida’s words, they had been unsure whether to serve this customer or not. Within two hours, a new customer had arrived. They had no other choice. After all, they were prostitutes, and they had to serve their customers.

The second customer appeared to be a wealthy man. Perhaps an official, or perhaps just a major shareholder. Her gaze fell on the red-haired girl.

“Welcome to the red brothel. It seems you’ve already decided who you’ll spend the night with,” Farida spoke. She handed the new customer a sheet of rules.

The customer only glanced at it, then ignored it.

“Geisha, take your customer to room seven.”

The geisha, with some hesitation, slowly took her customer’s hand and led him to her room.