Chapter 30 - The Golden Rose
When Jill turned her head at the greasy yet strangely captivating voice, she saw a man who looked like a flashy, pretty-boy gigolo standing there.
With his delicate features and overly styled appearance, he was a textbook playboy.
Jill snorted inwardly.
Oh, look at this guy? He's totally trying to hit on me. Well, I suppose I am pretty gorgeous right now.
Jill haughtily swept her hair back and played hard to get.
"No thanks, I'm busy. And I'm already taken, you know? By a terrifying, beastly bastard."
Instead of being flustered, the man waved his hands with an even brighter smile.
"Ah, you misunderstand. I didn't approach you with such impure intentions. Though it is true that you are dazzlingly beautiful, milady."
"...Then what is it?"
"I am the manager of the newly opened Golden Rose. I felt it would be a tragedy to let someone as stunning as you just walk on by."
"The Golden Rose?"
"Yes. It is the finest entertainment establishment in the North, backed by a massive personal investment from Viscountess Beatrice herself."
The man whispered in a conspiratorial tone.
"To put it simply... it is a paradise on earth, combining a casino, a club, and a premium pub."
"A casino? A club?"
Jill's ears perked up. To think such nightlife facilities existed even in a fantasy world.
On top of that, since it was funded by Beatrice, the quality of the crowd was guaranteed to be top-tier.
"Our establishment maintains incredibly strict standards for our clientele. Just having a beautiful lady like yourself grace us with your presence would elevate the entire atmosphere."
The man smoothly buttered Jill up before dropping his ultimate pitch.
"If you visit us today, we will host you in a VIP suite with unlimited, complimentary premium liquor and appetizers."
"...F-Free?"
Jill's eyes wavered.
Free alcohol? Premium stuff? Unlimited?
Jill licked her lips.
Come to think of it, ever since she arrived in this fantasy world, she had been too busy rolling around and getting fucked to enjoy a proper drink.
She had been dying for a cold glass of beer, or better yet, a shot of strong soju.
"Is the... crowd there any good?"
"Of course! The most prominent young nobles and beautiful men and women of the North are all gathered there. I am certain you will find someone to your liking."
Jill's face lit up.
Yes, this is what I'm talking about! Why not have a proper drink and let loose for once?
Even that bastard Penis was out playing around with women, so there was no reason she couldn't have some fun too.
"Fine. Lead the way. Let's see just how good this free alcohol of yours is."
Jill confidently followed the man. Her steps were much lighter and peppier than before.
Guided by the manager, Jill stepped into the Golden Rose, and it was a whole different world.
"Whoa...!"
Jill's jaw dropped.
A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a dazzling glow, while a plush red carpet lined the floor.
The clinking of chips from all directions, the cheerful whir of the roulette wheels, and the mingled cheers and sighs of the crowd created a strange, intoxicating excitement.
Above all, what caught Jill's eye was the staff's attire.
"Welcome, valued guest!"
"Holy crap... bunny girls."
Blue high-cut leotards, stockings, and perky rabbit-ear headbands.
Bunny girls, the kind she had only ever seen in magazines back on Earth, were gracefully weaving through the hall carrying trays.
Their ample cleavage and bouncy, firm backsides were on full display, exuding a sophisticated and decadent charm that was a far cry from the rugged, rustic culture of the North.
Jill stared at them, temporarily dazed.
As expected of a place Beatrice invested in. The quality here is on another level.
But Jill quickly shook her head.
Ah, get a grip. I didn't come here to gamble. Gambling is the fastest way to ruin your life. Besides, I don't even know the rules.
She coolly walked past the flashy gaming tables.
Just watching the roulette spin and the cards flip was entertainment enough.
What she needed right now was alcohol to take the edge off—specifically, something very strong and delicious.
"Hey, manager. Where's the drinking area? I absolutely detest noisy places."
When Jill asked, the fawning manager bowed deeply.
"Ah, of course. We have a private lounge exclusively for our VIP guests. You can enjoy your drinks in quiet, intimate comfort."
"Oh, really? Lead the way."
Jill tilted her chin up, putting on an arrogant front.
The manager led Jill through a heavy door at the back of the casino.
The noise instantly vanished, replaced by a luxurious hallway where a soft, melodic magical tune drifted through the air.
"Right this way."
The manager guided her into a Royal Suite.
The moment the door opened, she saw a spacious room furnished with top-of-the-line leather sofas and a marble table. And on top of that table...
"My god...!"
Jill's eyes went wide.
The table was practically groaning under the weight of an incredible spread of liquor and appetizers.
From specialty Northern vodka to the finest wines of the Southern Empire, golden whiskey, and mouth-watering fresh fruit, smoked meats, and cheese platters.
"All of this... is free?"
"Of course. It is a special service for the beautiful lady who graced the Golden Rose. Please, enjoy to your heart's content."
The manager poured amber whiskey into a crystal glass filled with ice and handed it to her.
"Mmm...!"
Jill took the glass and downed a mouthful.
The sharp aroma of alcohol hit her nose, and the hot liquid burning down her throat sent a thrilling sensation straight to her stomach.
It possessed a smoothness that was on an entirely different level from cheap beer or rum.
"Ah! Now this is it! This is exactly what I wanted!"
Jill sank deep into the sofa and let out a sigh of pure bliss.
"Good, good. I like this a lot."
It was while Jill was drinking alone, getting lost in the atmosphere.
Knock, knock.
Along with the knock, the door opened, and the manager stepped back inside.
He wasn't alone this time. Three neatly dressed men followed behind him.
Every single one of them was tall and handsome—clearly noble scions or wealthy merchants who knew how to have a good time.
"...?"
As Jill eyed them suspiciously, the manager smiled and spoke.
"Isn't it a bit lonely drinking all by yourself? These gentlemen also happened to be looking for a lovely drinking companion. Would you mind if they joined you?"
Jill's brow furrowed slightly.
I knew it... there's no such thing as a free lunch. Are they trying to pull something by giving me free booze and throwing men at me?
Jill set her glass down and played hard to get.
"No, I'm good. I just came here to drink in peace. I'm not interested in men right now."
However, the man with the gentlest impression among them took a step forward and bowed politely.
"Oh, my apologies if we offended you, lady. We only... felt it was a shame for such a beautiful woman to drink all alone. We don't have any ulterior motives; we truly just want to share a friendly drink."
"Exactly. Fine liquor like this doesn't taste as good when you drink it alone, does it? Let's at least share a toast."
Another man beside him chimed in with a sly grin.
Their demeanor was polite, and they seemed pleasant enough without being overbearing.
"Hmm..."
Jill pondered.
Honestly, drinking alone was a bit boring. Besides, these guys were pretty easy on the eyes and seemed well-mannered.
Well, this is Beatrice's turf, so nothing bad should happen. Besides, unless they're Master-class powerhouses, there's no way they can overpower me.
Jill lowered her guard slightly and smirked.
"Is that so? Well, I guess it's better than drinking alone. Have a seat."
"Thank you! It's an honor!"
As if they had been waiting for this exact moment, the men quickly took seats on either side of Jill and across from her.
Shortly after, a woman in a flashy dress entered and naturally blended into the group.
She seemed to be a hostess of the establishment, taking on the role of livening up the mood.
"Now, now! Cheers! To this beautiful night, and to an even more beautiful lady!"
"Cheers!"
Clink!
The clear ring of clinking glasses echoed, and the atmosphere instantly heated up.
The men buttered Jill up flawlessly. They kept her laughing with entertaining tales of the North, juicy noble gossip, and a few suggestive jokes thrown in.
Her glass was refilled the moment it emptied.
"Wow, Lady Jill, you can really drink! A true heroine!"
"Oh, please, this is nothing. Give me another one!"
Jill drank down whatever they poured.
The drinks were quite high in alcohol content, but because she was in such a good mood, she didn't even realize how drunk she was getting.
One glass, two glasses, then one bottle, two bottles, three bottles...
Who knew how much time had passed.
"Ehehe... Thish is great... I feel so good...!"
Jill's eyes grew unfocused, and her tongue began to slip.
The world spun, and the faces of the men in front of her doubled and tripled.
"Singing! Aren't we gonna sing? Is there no karaoke machine here?"
Jill stumbled to her feet.
"Alright, alright, Lady Jill is feeling the vibe! Cue the music!"
As the men clapped and cheered, the lively strumming of a lute drifted from somewhere.
Jill climbed onto the sofa, fluttering the hem of her Black Dragon Cloak as she began to dance.
"How long~ are you gonna make me~ do the shoulder dance~! Look at my shoulders! They're dislocated!"
A classic drinking song from Earth echoed through the luxurious fantasy lounge.
Every time her cloak fluttered, Jill's smooth legs, thighs, and barely concealed naked body drew the intense gazes of the men.
"Heeey~ Nilliliya~ Ninano~"
Jill swayed her hips, acting coquettishly in front of the men.
Drunk out of her mind, all sense of shame vanished, leaving only the raw pleasure of the moment.
The men exchanged glances.
Their earlier politeness was completely gone, replaced by a sticky, dark lust.
"Hey, did you see that? She's wearing absolutely nothing underneath."
"Holy shit... you're right. She came out wearing nothing but a cloak? What a total slut."
"She's drunk enough. Let's make our move."
They secretly signaled one another.
Just then, a strange sound drifted from the sofa opposite them.
"Ah! Ah! No... you can't do that here...!"
"Stay still, gorgeous. You like it too, don't you?"
The hostess who had joined them was now stripped completely naked, sitting on one of the men's laps.
The man was roughly kneading her breasts while sliding his hand up her skirt.
"Ahhh! Ah! Ah! Sir! It's too big!"
Schluuup... slurp... squelch.
As the wet, explicit sounds and lewd groans reached Jill's ears, she stopped dancing and stared blankly at the scene.
"Uh... huh...? What are they doing...?"
Jill stumbled, raising her glass.
"Hehe... I knew it... I knew there was no... such thing as free booze..."
She muttered, her tongue completely tied.
"They just came... to fuck... They're all... beasts... hehe..."
Jill didn't even think to stop them or run away. No, on the contrary, the lewd sight sent a throbbing ache straight to her lower abdomen.
Drenched in alcohol and the heavy atmosphere, her body was already craving pleasure.
