chapter two- Elegant Brothel

Larsa, mesopotamia.

Elegant Brothel,

5000 BC

The famous prince of Uruk was present at the brothel of Larsa.

It is extremely full, but of course for such presence, the low class were asked to exit the vicinity. Leaving only the prince and the upper class men in the Brothel.

Of course women where allowed to enter at anytime as long as the service to be rendered is sure.

The women gaped.

He is exactly how people who had seen him had explained!

But they had left out the obvious fact that he is a god.

If not, who else possesses such beauty.

His hair is as black as coal, his eyes equally so. His fine cheekbone gave him the look of a Greek God specifically. Finely sculptured body is what he has.

Body not so built but enough to shield any woman from her dangers on the face of the earth.

When he walked into the building, everywhere became quiet, by then the lower class were chased out, rudely may I add, but even the upper class gaped at him and his subordinates. But mainly him.

His hands was on his sword. He is so tall and he stood like he knows just about how his beauty spoke for him. He walked quietly and his accomplices walked beside him till he came to a halt on a comfortable bench.

"I can't believe I finally get to see him!" One female spoke, raising her hand above her head. Excitement written all over her Face, her voice said same.

"Pinch me Zi, maybe I am dreaming" said another.

"Oh no you're not dreaming dear! We can't both be dreaming!" the other one said excitedly.

"Then the other girls must hear of this" with that they both ran into the inner rooms of the Brothel.

"I hear they serve the best drinks here, Malik, are you not interested?" The man sitting beside the prince said, as he eyed the ladies that passed them.

"I am of course, Uri, I can't come all the way here just to watch you throw the girls on the bed. No, tonight I'm doing wine" he said as he leaned more into the back rest of the fancy bench.

"You want to get drunk? Is that what you mean friend?" Uri asked folding his arms morosely and smiling mischievously.

"Yes swordsman, isn't it obvious what I mean?" Said the prince.

"I think not, infact, if you are so sure of drinking then I better look for you a lady to lay with the night, I can't let my prince to lay alone in this awesome night" Uri announced graciously.

"I can't remember asking you to Uri, hold yourself for yourself, I am absolutely comfortable being just on my own" it isn't so much to the Prince's joy that the one he considers so much as friend thinks nothing but women almost every time he isn't at war.

He had pleaded with him earlier on to visit the brothel before they embark on the journey back to Uruk, in his father's palace.

The only reason he had agreed was to drink until he could no longer remember that the grail which meant so much to his father was no longer where it was to be found, he didn't get to lay his hand on it even after he slayed everyone who stood on the way.

Seems someone had gone there before them, and he unconsciously thought of how malicious it would be to have this person's head on his hands..

Do not be mislead, Anumalik, the son of the most tyrant king there is, is tender hearted, some would say he has the mind of a woman.

Anumalik is the only son amongst many sisters, in which Gal is not very proud of, only because he wasn't so much of a violent ruler like he was, but who would love that more than the people he would rule when the father is no longer on the throne?

The people often say that they cannot wait for Anumalik to takeover from his father. Unfortunately, those found guilty of such statements have their heads cut off and hung on the gate of the city.

Reason been that they were rebellious and wanted their king dead.

That is, introducing Gal.

In all, one thing is missing. The great, most powerful king, who is not a tyrant has not found himself a wife yet.

Or did he but didn't want her?

That should be odd, because as a prince who is to be a king, you can have as many wives as you want, concubines too if willing.

So it wouldn't do so much for Anumalik to reject his wife to be.

That is what gives those sex thirsty ladies the leverage to keep throwing themselves at him.

However, he himself loves to be found among the women, to bury his head amidst the comfort of their breast. That keeps him away from the thought of being the next ruler of the elites of Uruk, and maybe even beyond. If only he could remain a prince forever.

Even though Anumalik is the most competent person there is to fit in the throne, he isn't really thrilled by the thought of it.

Being burned deep in the thought, he growled outwardly.

"Easy there big man, maybe you need rest" Uri stated, signaling a man that he considered an attendant in the brothel to come, he asked him to arrange the best room there is, for the prince to lay for the night.

Uri had known Anumalik almost all his life, infact he was literally the only person that called him Malik for short, most people called him Anu. So if there was anything the prince was thinking about, Uri will as soon figure it out without the prince saying a word.

Now, he was sure Malik was deep in the thought about the people he would be left to rule but mostly about the grail.

"The room is all set, sire" the man announced after reappearing minutes later.

"I will see you tomorrow then, before dawn, we should hit the road"

Malik, despite his distaste for the whole empire of Uruk, and especially for the throne, he still wishes well for the wellbeing of whosoever lived there.

Today is one of the days he let loose, just this day, he should give himself a break of which he deserves. In his drunken state, he still had in mind of the activities of the next day.

He gulped down what was remaining of the wine in his cup.

Picking two more bottles from the bouquet set before them, he followed behind the man, he too saw as an attendant.

The almost sweet smell of the perfume hit his nose as he entered the room.

What is it with these men?

He wanted the best room not the room with the best perfume.

Sitting at the side of the bed, he gulped down the full bottle of wine.

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She knew she had to dress like a slut to be able to pass through the door of the brothel, so her then plan of wearing a dress like any normal maiden before she reaches her destination was not at all possible.

Besides, her Aunt Zirra made sure of that.

The almost long dress that was supposed to be maiden like had a split in the front that would reveal her thighs if she didn't walk with caution, for the tops, her breast will definitely pop out if she dared to bend.

She scratched her forehead and wrinkled her nose every now and then, discomfort written all over her face.

"Make sure you come back with a lot of money young one, or else, get ready to eat sand for the rest of this miserable week" the woman exclaimed harshly to Iva.

Tears pricked at her eyes, as they threatened to fall.

Exhaling and inhaling, she suppressed her hurt with a not so bright smile.

Now she is standing in front of the brothel, taking off the veil from her head as she arched to the door.

Thankfully, it was dark and so the veil did just enough to cover her face up.

No she won't be able to bear the ridicule from those girls who hate her so much if they see her dressed like this. They wouldn't need no second thought to know that the girl that seemed to hold so much high prestige is into harlotry.

As she reached the door, the guards there grinned at each other before smiling twice as bright.

"You can get in, slut" the one by the left side said, but she needn't wait so much long to hear him say that.

Naked bodies, open sex and teasing was what Iva found inside to welcome her innocent soul.

The thought of her doing exactly the same thing made her tremble.

Is she really caught up for this?

Where would she start from?