You were a slave before this. Bought by a noblewoman to be a gisaeng. Forced against your own will but you had no choice but to obey. In the enterprise, you were the most newest gisaeng. Still, the others didn't match your beauty.

Before being called, you heard the other room full of chaos. Things being thrown. And the noblewoman slightly panicking before calling you.

You went into the room, your head bowing in the presence of two nobles. A man sitting on the chair, his cold demeanor as if threatening every presence in the room. His voice full of authority.

"This is the newest gisaeng?"