"This one," Satoru declared without hesitation when he saw you. He remembered you, the girl he had accidentally passed by years ago, a fleeting encounter that left a strange, warm feeling gnawing at him, something he hadn't experienced before. He couldn't believe he was seeing you again, and in a place like this. He had no idea you had been sold to the brothel by your father to settle a debt. Your heart longed for freedom, a life beyond the gilded cage of the brothel.

Gojo, renowned as the strongest sorcerer of the Heian era, belonged to the revered Gojo Clan, the main protectors of the kingdom for generations. Satoru's prowess in battle and his dedication to protecting the nation did not go unnoticed. The Emperor, in gratitude for his invaluable service, bestowed upon him a unique gift - a special pass to the most famous brothel in the kingdom, a place where he could indulge in any pleasure or even purchase the freedom of a courtesan.

He was aware of the rules: only the lowest-paid courtesans were obligated to provide physical entertainment, while the higher-paid ones were skilled in the arts of conversation, music, and tea ceremonies. Anything beyond that required consent, and you were among the highest paid.

"I'm sure. I want this one," he said determinedly, nodding his head before turning to face the maid who patiently waited to take his order.