Grace of the Rose (4)
Grace of the Rose (4)
Warm morning sunlight tinted my face.
Rubbing my eyes awake amidst this warmth and luminous spectacle.
I didn't rise immediately.
Hugging the soft blanket, I nuzzled my face against it briefly.
This would be my last stay at this inn.
Last night, after finalizing the contract, I spent more time with Madam.
During our conversation, the topic of residence came up, so I decided to stay at Grace of the Rose from now on.
The third-floor room assigned to me was as comfortable as this inn.
A plush bed, a vanity, and even a full-length glass mirror placed in one corner.
Thanks to this, for the first time in my over twenty years of life, I could properly observe my own face.
A slender jawline and cold eyes. A sharply protruding nose and flawlessly smooth, pale skin.
I stared intently at the delicate features gathered on my fist-sized face.
It was a beauty surpassing even the celebrities I'd only seen on screens in my past life.
I was secretly surprised by how exceptional my looks were.
I knew I was somewhat pretty, but never imagined it to this extent.
The slightly prickly impression might be a flaw, but flowers inevitably attract bees.
Had my face been different, there would've been twice as many men pestering me.
This was better than appearing docile and easy.
After reminiscing about yesterday's events, I finally got up.
My leisure time ends here.
I dressed and began packing.
Double-checking for forgotten items before descending from the inn room.
Heading straight to the pleasure district without detours.
Unlike the bustling nights, the daytime streets were quiet and serene.
Arriving at Grace of the Rose, I immediately organized my belongings in the third-floor room.
Since I'd be receiving clients here too, I felt somewhat peculiar.
A strange mix of work and daily life.
At least I wouldn't have to worry about lodging fees anymore.
"You're here, our Rene."
Madam greeted me with a delighted expression.
Her tone felt slightly more familiar than yesterday.
I'd asked her to speak casually since continued formalities made me uncomfortable. She readily agreed as if she'd been waiting for it.
"Madam. You mentioned needing practice."
"Yes. You're tonight's Night Stage star."
Though selected as a Third Floor Lady, I was still a rookie.
I needed a proper opportunity to introduce my new face to clients.
That's why Madam prepared this Night Stage performance for me.
An adult performance irregularly held at Grace of the Rose.
An event showcasing songs, music, or dances to liven up the establishment.
Of course, being a brothel performance, the participants were prostitutes wearing revealing outfits.
Today, unusually, I—a Third Floor Lady—would also take the stage.
"I thought hard about how to highlight you. Dancing was the only answer."
"I'm sorry for being limited."
"No no. It's understandable. Your face and body are your talents."
The problem was my complete lack of musical or singing ability.
Madam said while my voice itself was beautiful, I couldn't match pitch or rhythm at all.
Next we tried passionate dance moves, but those weren't entirely satisfactory either.
My body kept moving awkwardly with jerky motions.
So I was tone-deaf, rhythm-deaf, and now clumsy too.
Though disappointed in myself, fortunately there was still hope.
We decided to utilize my long, flexible physique for dance and acrobatics.
Not the circus-type acrobatics like unicycle juggling.
Just maintaining balance in difficult poses like doing splits at 180 degrees.
Honestly, it's embarrassing to even call it acrobatics.
"Don't worry too much. The stage is ultimately just for show—what matters is presenting you as Rene."
"But I'm still nervous."
"You'll do fine. Even if you make mistakes, it doesn't matter. Who would dare scold you when I say it's okay?"
Seeing Madam's gentle smile brought relief.
But I wouldn't grow complacent. I couldn't disgrace her face.
Throughout the day, I practiced intensely with the other courtesans.
Soon, sunset swallowed the city as night arrived.
"Rene, do your best!"
Encouraged by Madam, I stood behind the stage curtain.
The 2nd Floor Ladies were currently performing the opening act.
Soon, I'd be at center stage performing acrobatics.
My heart pounded slightly.
Looking down at my body.
A thin, glossy black leotard came into view.
A sleeveless top connected to panty-like bottoms—special Night Stage attire. Accented with a leather choker.
Wearing just the leotard without underwear left my body considerably exposed.
From thighs to pelvis, even my buttocks weren't fully covered, with flesh peeking out.
Though my private parts were securely blocked, who knew?
If the clothing folded during dancing, even a glimpse might show.
Calling it dancing was practically calling it a striptease, so this attire made sense.
The small mercy was how tightly it held my upper body.
Though the deep cleavage revealing my chest valley was a drawback, at least it was less embarrassing than having them bounce indecently.
"Rene. Here."
Accepting the mask and robe handed to me, covering my face and body.
Madam suggested this would be more dramatic than revealing everything immediately.
The stage movements gradually slowed.
Soon it would be my turn.
Taking deep breaths to calm myself.
Right. Since I'm doing this, I'll give my best.
I can't embarrass Grace of the Rose.
Nor disappoint those who prepared this stage as supporting acts for me.
Walking slowly onto the stage beyond the parting curtain.
The clicking of heels echoed through the hall.
The audience's attention focused on me at center stage.
Low musical notes from the side heightened the tension.
Numerous male spectators swallowed hard, visibly affected by the atmosphere.
Dancers approached me closely.
Grasping the robe's edge in one hand.
Then, matching the music's rhythm, I dramatically flung off the robe.
"Ooh!"
"Sh-she took it off!"
My hidden figure was dramatically revealed.
A tall, slender frame, voluptuous breasts, exposed pelvis and thighs, with only the groin precariously covered.
Waaaaah-!
The audience erupted in cheers. Deafening commotion.
From the robe-flinging pose, I moved my hand to the mask, revealing my face too.
A cold, aloof expression unbefitting a prostitute.
But they say such icy beauty strikes deeper chords in men's hearts.
Indeed, Madam was right.
Another wave of passionate cheers swept through the hall.
This was my first time seeing so many people gathered in one place in this world.
Now I had to display my exposed flesh unabashedly before them all.
A strange feeling made my head slightly dizzy.
Struggling to calm my breathing and troubled mind.
No need to be nervous. Just do as practiced. The supporting dancers are here to help.
Handing the mask and robe to the dancers, I slowly walked across the stage.
With elegant, classical movements like ballet.
From left to right. Circling so everyone could see.
Those closest to the stage gaped with dazed expressions.
A beautiful woman naturally draws attention.
Encouraged by their reactions, I began moving more actively.
Though I might struggle alone, the surrounding dancers enhanced my presence.
When I spread my arms wide, exposing my armpits, more gasps arose.
People in this kingdom particularly fetishized women's armpits.
This excessive admiration naturally developed hair removal culture here.
Displaying my clean, flawless armpits, I gradually spread my legs.
Soon my fully extended crotch touched the floor.
Legs stretched perfectly straight.
The audience couldn't contain their excitement, whistling loudly.
Good dancers were common, but such flexibility was rare.
Not stopping there, I bent my upper body downward.
My already deep cleavage spilled forward even more provocatively.
Lifting my head, I met the audience's gaze with a composed expression.
They gulped, unable to look away.
"...?"
Scanning the crowd, one man suddenly stood out.
His hand inside his pants, shaking violently.
...Is he masturbating? While watching me?
Since everyone else was focused on the stage, nobody seemed to notice.
Why did this useless detail catch my eye?
I shouldn't let this shake me.
Maintaining a seductive pose, I lifted my upper body again.
Then, pushing off the floor with my arms, I leaped up in one motion.
The rebound made my breasts bounce briefly.
Countless eyes immediately fixated on my chest again.
Every single one of them must have rock-hard erections by now.
Maybe because I saw that masturbating man.
My body kept heating up, filling my mind with lewd thoughts.
"Ngh...!"
Overconsciousness made my lower abdomen twitch, my inner walls tingling.
Subtle sensations also came from my breasts.
Gathering my wits, I frantically erased the thoughts.
If I got wet or my nipples hardened now, it would be immediately obvious.
Fortunately, the climax wasn't far off.
I needed to finish the performance quickly.
Following the dancers' movements with haughty grace.
Next was spinning to the music's cue.
This brief moment was my only chance to check my body's condition.
While turning, I glanced down and bit my lip hard.
My nipples were already slightly erect through the thin leotard.
The same below.
Constant friction from movement had stimulated me until I grew wet.
At this rate, fluids would leak through my groin.
Disastrous.
Being exposed was one thing, but showing such shameful signs crossed from embarrassment into disgrace.
I struggled to cool my flushing face.
I couldn't just stop and flee the stage now.
Somehow, I had to complete the remaining performance.
Pretending composure, I matched the dancers' movements.
Swaying my legs and arms coquettishly to the music's rhythm.
One consolation—the show would end soon.
The dancers surrounded me, decorating the periphery.
This acrobatic pose would be the finale.
Balancing on one foot, I gradually raised my other leg.
Slowly spreading until both legs formed a straight line.
Grabbing my extended toes to stabilize the pose. Soon both legs stood perpendicular to the floor.
My spread crotch now fully displayed to the audience.
Perhaps I spread too enthusiastically—I felt my labia trying to peek past the clothing.
Now I just thought "whatever happens, happens."
I was already soaked beyond recovery.
At least it wouldn't be too noticeable.
The leather outfit, though thin, and the distance from the audience would help.
I held the pose as the music continued.
Probably only twenty or thirty seconds, but it felt like minutes.
The audience stared holes through me as if memorizing every detail.
Their gazes focused blatantly on my groin.
Obvious. They were imagining what lay beneath my leotard.
And calculating how much they'd need to pay to push aside that vulgar fabric and thrust inside.
Enduring stubbornly, the lengthy music finally ended.
Slowly lowering my legs and straightening my posture.
With hands clasped at my waist, I bowed alongside the dancers.
My exposed cleavage provided their final eyeful.
"The new flower blooming at Grace of the Rose! That concludes Rene's special performance!"
Madam Rosalia, overseeing the event, cheerfully declared the finale.
Finally over.
Resenting my still-dripping pussy and swollen nipples, I barely managed an internal sigh of relief.