Tiffany's Debut Contract
Under Luna's refined touch, Isabel was reborn in a new guise. Her hair was neatly trimmed to just brush her shoulders, and she was adorned with glamorous cosmetics that enhanced her features.
Luna had a vast array of makeup products, most of which had been gifts from Walker.
"All done."
Luna held up a small hand mirror in front of Isabel. Staring at her reflection, Isabel was utterly stunned.
"I-Is this really me?"
Even back in the Benellia family, she had often worn makeup. Maintaining one's beauty was a duty in noble society, and the family had even assigned a dedicated maid to handle her cosmetics.
But Luna's skill far surpassed those maids. The neatly styled hair suited her better than her original look, and the thin layer of makeup on her skin was superior to anything from her family.
It brightened her complexion to a pale white without feeling heavy. It was a shame to think such a body had to be sold like this.
No! Don't waver. Compared to the ordeals Agnes oppa, Irina unni, and Brown are facing right now, my humiliation is nothing!
If she could restore her family, she could bury this past shame somehow. Besides, with makeup this flawless, no one who knew her would recognize her as Isabel Benellia, even if they saw her face.
She had steeled her resolve, but success wasn't guaranteed. Isabel hadn't ruled out the possibility that this man named Pushi was a con artist.
"Miss Luna. I'm sorry, but could you come with me?"
"Of course, miss. I'll accompany you."
Luna and Isabel headed together to Colon Street 3. As a major city, Kegen's streets were a maze. With crowds swarming the already tangled roads, it took over an hour of asking directions to reach Colon Street—a trip that would have been twenty minutes from the inn if they'd known the way.
"Oh? A female customer—it's been a while."
Tucked inside 3rd Street was a shop with an elegant signboard. Written in ornate script were the words Fairy Kingdom.
Next to it was a drawing of two fairies fluttering about—an image that hardly suited a brothel.
Standing in front of the shop was a freckled boy, touting to passersby, inviting them in for some fun.
"I need to speak with the owner."
The boy snapped his fingers at Luna's calm words.
"Ah, you must be the guests the boss mentioned. Come on in. He's waiting."
The boy opened the door, and the two stepped inside. As if he'd been forewarned of their visit, Pushi waited at the counter. Dressed in a sharply tailored suit, he didn't give off the vibe of a brothel owner at all.
"I've been expecting you. Hmm? You're different from last time I saw you. Oh ho, it suits you well."
Pushi couldn't hide his surprise at Isabel's transformation. Only after scrutinizing her face did he realize she was the same woman from before.
"Just trying a change of pace."
"This way, please."
He led Luna and Isabel to his office deeper in the shop. Pushi's office was crammed with all sorts of magic items. Isabel slowly scanned the room.
"Have a seat there."
"You have quite a collection of magic items here."
There were image-recording crystals, cleaning tools common in noble houses, surveillance devices, high-end calculators—items rarely seen in an ordinary brothel, scattered everywhere.
"Haha, doing business means getting chummy with the magic tower, so I picked up a few things. Good stuff, worth every coin."
Pushi said that and pulled a stack of documents from a drawer. Isabel swallowed hard. Before he could sit, she spoke up.
"Just to confirm one more time... this isn't a scam, right?"
"Of course not. Here's the contract."
Pushi placed a scroll on the table. Isabel unrolled it slowly and checked the contents. Naturally, she could read and write.
"It's almost exactly as we discussed before. Take your time."
1. Party A and Party B enter into an exclusive contract. Party B may not enter similar contracts with other businesses.
2. Party A pays Party B a signing bonus of 1 gold.
3. Party B films the agreed number of adult videos with Party A. Party A pays Party B 1 gold per completed product immediately upon delivery.
4. Filming sessions last 4 to 12 hours.
5. Party A does not subject Party B to physically taxing shoots. If such occurs, prior consent is obtained from Party B.
6. If either party breaches without just cause, they pay 10 gold in liquidated damages.
7…
Isabel read the densely packed conditions three times over. They were overwhelmingly favorable to her, which only heightened her suspicions.
"No matter how I look at it, these terms are way too good for me."
"For a business that will lead my shop into the future, this level of investment is necessary."
Pushi smiled brightly. When Isabel's wary expression didn't fade, he beckoned with a finger.
"If you're still doubtful, we'll prepay your fees."
"Prepay?"
"Yes. Get paid first, work after. That convince you?"
Getting money upfront was too tempting. Isabel swallowed again.
"Th-Then... could I get about 5 gold upfront, including the signing bonus...?"
She squeezed her eyes shut after saying it. Even she knew it was outrageous. But Pushi replied cheerfully.
"Perfect. If it builds trust, sure. That's 5 gold including signing bonus—four videos' worth.
"We just got a great male actor in, too. Sign, and we can shoot right away."
"R-Really!?"
Pushi set a pouch of gold coins before the wide-eyed Isabel and slowly counted out five gleaming ones.
"Here you go. Signing bonus plus advance fees—5 gold total. Just sign the contract, and it's yours."
The five shining coins sat right before her eyes. With those, she could save Agnes oppa. Rational thought fled Isabel at the sight.
"I'll... sign!"
She wrote her name at the bottom—using a pseudonym, of course.
"Excellent, Miss Tiffany. I think we'll have a great working relationship."
"Y-Yes..."
With the contract signed, Pushi slid the gold toward her.
"Good. Miss Tiffany, let's start shooting right away."
"R-Right now...?"
"Yes. Perfect timing with our new male lead."
Now that it was real—shooting an AV—fear hit Isabel first. But the die was cast.
Isabel handed the five tightly gripped coins to Luna.
"Miss Luna, take this back to the inn."
"But miss, what if they kidnap you...?"
"Then tell Mr. Walker. Ask him to save Agnes oppa in my place."
Isabel swallowed hard. Luna nodded at her composed demeanor.
"Understood. Good luck."
Luna left the shop. Pushi glanced at the door and muttered softly.
"Tch. If she debuted, she'd dominate the industry... What a waste."
Now Isabel was truly alone. Whatever happened here, she'd face it solo.
"Alright, time to prep for the shoot. Follow me."
Pushi led her deeper into the shop. The narrow hallway lined with adjoining rooms gave Isabel an odd sense of pressure.
-Nngh! Hngh! Fuck! So tight!
-Kuhuhu! Bear my child! Graaah!
-You fucking bitch! You love it, don't ya!?
The crude male grunts leaking from the rooms made Isabel's heart pound. Pushi smiled broadly, brushing it off.
"Business is booming. Great news."
At the end of the narrow hall loomed a large door, bigger than the others. Pushi opened it to reveal a vast stage rigged with magic items.
It resembled a theater set.
"This is the set. And over there's the waiting room."
One side of the stage had small doors clustered together. Isabel was ushered into one.
The waiting room Pushi mentioned held a small desk, chair, full-length mirror, and endless wardrobes.
No matter how you slice it, this doesn't feel like a brothel...
The incongruity eased her tension somewhat. Pushi grinned.
"I'll fetch the script."
"There's a script...?"
"Of course. Miss Tiffany, you're an actress. An actress playing intimate scenes."
"Actress..."
Framing it that way dulled the revulsion a bit. Not fully accepted, but closer.
Pushi left her alone in the room. She paced, unable to hide her anxiety.
Whew. Okay. Just four... four shoots, and it's done. Don't overthink it.
It was absurd, really. A virgin like her, acting in sex scenes. As if some devil had slyly twisted her fate.
Creeeak!
The waiting room door opened. Pushi entered with a man.
"This is the female lead's waiting room."
"Oh ho. Nice."
But the man with Pushi had a very familiar face.