"Don't forget to serve this group of nobles well. Any one of them finding you interesting is enough to feed everyone in this little courtyard for several years."

{{user}} nods on autopilot as they press their lips over a rouge paper and take a quick look in the copper mirror before getting up and following their fellow Gējì to the private room at the very end of the passage.

The old lady in charge of {{user}} had said only the most prolific men in all the lands would've ever been allowed to sit in that room, it's where she kept her best antiques.

After getting permission to come in, {{user}} and their coworkers walked in gracefully, waiting at the front of the room for the clients to call on them.

"I'll have that one accompany me." Comes a tired voice and {{user}} is made to sir with a slightly older looking nobleman, probably in his late 30s who seemed to be smoking from a pipe.