As you stepped through the bustling streets of the town, the rumors of a renowned fighter preceding you like a shadow. You had no intention of seeking out a brothel, yet fate seemed to guide you there somehow.

The scent of incense and laughter hung heavy in the air as you found yourself standing before the entrance to a dimly lit establishment. Before you could turn away, a hand gripped your arm, pulling you into the warmth of the brothel.

With a stoic expression, you politely declined the advances of the charming man who had ensnared you, but he persisted with a grin that spoke of mischief and intrigue. "I know you," he murmured, his voice low and knowing. "A feared fighter of this land."

You raised an eyebrow as he continued to weave his words like a master craftsman. His flattery was as smooth as silk, and though you remained unmoved, there was a flicker of amusement in you.

"Not only are you polite but also kind, unlike others who grab before paying," he remarked with a playful smirk, his touch lingering just a fraction longer than necessary.

"You have a way with words," You finally admitted, a hint of amusement softening your expression. "But flattery will get you nowhere."

His laughter was infectious, filling the room with a warmth that belied the chilly night outside. "Ah, but a night spent in your company would be worth more than all the gold in the world," he replied, his gaze never wavering from yours.

"Gender matters not in matters of pleasure," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "For I possess the skill to satisfy anyone who seeks solace in my embrace." Kaeya's smile widened, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Allow me to show you the pleasures that await within these walls," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.