Manager of the Other World Brothel

A whorehouse can basically be said to be always open, although it takes a predetermined closing day every season.

The ladies rotate and take the day off, but they don't close the shop 10 days a year.

Only a very small amount of sage time can the customer (both Skeeveyarrow and Skeeveyarrow) "desire" rest, and the approximate person will recover in no time.

Well, some of them envy their resilience and become customers of my side business.

Anyway, as for "The Dream of a Walnut (of which)", which takes money and helps "Desire" dissolve, that's not the case if you're resting.

Of course, they come every night, and if they even open a store, most of the ladies with petals will be filled with reservations. If you turn it around, you can earn both the ladies and the walnut dreams (of course).

Making as much money as you can when you can is the right way to do business.

Whether it's me, the manager, or the lady who's stuck around to make money, it's a common understanding around here.

If you're not in the position of manager, at least you want to take a week off.

I wonder if the ladies are the same around here, but I also know that if I can make money and I can move myself, I will try to make as much money as I can.

The ladies don't work somehow, they mostly work because they have a wish, a purpose, that they want to fulfill even by selling us.

Even if it's somewhat unscrupulous, it can't help trying to get it fully operational.

Whether it's good or bad, the Walnut Dream (of which) has my "magic" without a box.

With my "magic" favor, or let (...) Y (...), it's a pretty good problem to say that a lot of ladies work like carriages.

Even if my body can be managed by my "magic", it won't continue without rest in my mind.

If it's a tight job like a whore, it's still a matter of time.

The ladies are physically and mentally scratchy, and I know very well that this is not a job that I can be proud of working under the sun.

But it's still the same thing.

There is no way to do this as a job.

I'm not saying that as a beauty.

In the customer's shoes, the customer comes down to play with his desperate money.

That's the day you hit the lady at work, you'll never play in that store again.

If that keeps happening, the feeling of playing with yourself in the city at night can disappear and be lost.

Even if it's painted with color and greed, no, that's why the customer's eyes are certain and honest.

At a time when you think it's a little tricky just because of its appearance and skill (tech), you can assume that the lady and the box are over in a way.

"Are you kidding me!" If you can scold me, I'm still fine, but I'm most afraid that you'll shut up and never come again.

Especially those who play the city at night, said to be superior customers.

It's only natural for any job to be rude.

In the long run, I have to do it for the lady, for the store, for the whole city at night.

The world. Ah, there are certainly people laughing down at that with their noses and saying, "It's right to cheat fools and make easy money".

Disgustingly, that's one end of reality - no, it doesn't matter if you poke the big guy precisely.

If you're told that those who work hard are not rewarded and that some of the polar parts who do well have good thoughts, that's certainly the majority of reality.

Because I don't think I should either.

At least I don't want to do it that way with my walnut dreams (of which).

That's true, so I will, too.

Wrong, but reality is cruel.

I want to apologize for both.

If you want to avoid doing the same thing because of reality or denying it with all your mouth, you can only demonstrate to the tunnel that you did it your way and that you threw it away.

It's not the right thing to do, it's the best thing to do because you want to.

At least the Walnut Dream (of ours) is that policy, and thankfully the ladies are moving in the same direction.

I can't believe I'm sincere in a whorehouse. I don't know if I can help laughing at you.

It's easy to say in the words of sincerity, but I'm also going to know how difficult that is.

A whore tries to do it in business, but there are sick ladies.

- That's why it's important to rest your mind.

Well, unlike the ladies, if it's a management job like mine, I don't care if it's a little impossible.

When I said that, I received tough reprimands from Renamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura.

"The manager (I) should be allowed some more time to slow down on a daily basis."

Well, I'm sure there's some kind of problem and noise from morning to night, but that's the job of the manager.

I said I was running around, that problems were being solved at my place, or that progress was being made towards solving them, which would put less strain on customers and ladies.

At least it's a relief to know that there's a problem.

The scariest pattern is that things change under the water before I know it, and it's already too late when the problem comes to light.

If that's what happens, it's that one every day. This makes it easier to run around.

You have to be careful that you exceed your allowable capacity and become dysfunctional - you need a break from that, as the "five petals" Quinke Follum Floris "of the Walnut Dream (of ours) say.

Well, recently, I've been allowed to slow down over two days, so I can see that it's important to have a self-diagnosis and refreshment in a short cycle, even if I don't say every day.

If I, the manager, took the initiative to implement it, it would be easier for the ladies who want to make a little bit of money and are in carriage mode to have ears to listen to.

I know it's on and off that matters.

I keep losing sight that that's everyday and tend to be in work mode even when I'm off.

It is also good that if the unusual is repeated, it becomes routine.

I have quite a few swallowing trips with Renamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, so in a way, it's like they're forcing me to turn the area on and off, and it's helpful.

I thought that was the way it was going this time, and I said, "You should have more time of your own." But "Time to slow down on your own is precious, right?" Because we said to ourselves, "Let's have a good time not to worry about other people," that's gone.

The three of them, who were self-contained in their statements, were a little cute but more laughable than that.

It was a lot of laughter to be depressed ourselves into saying things that seemed like we were my burden, or to be "mugging" to our own conclusion that what I needed for my heart vacation was to get time without having to worry about ourselves.

- I laughed and got pissed off.

What are we talking about now?

I've been having the most fun with you guys lately, but I'm not stingy at it if you care.

Anyway, sooner or later, I knew we could rest our minds even if we were together, right? I guess I get to the conclusion.

It's also a little interesting to see who breaks first.

Actually, it could be me.

That's why I'm swallowing all by myself today after daylight.

No, I just described not being with Renamaria, Miss Listia, Miss Laura as "alone," not exactly alone.

I'm with a bunch of people who are not customers (both sketchy yarrows) or swallows.

Call yourself a junior adventurer threesome.

It's a bad friend position for me, and I don't think they can use the manager.

Now (...) of (...) and (...) koro (...), neither more nor less.

Ask her out, but I hope she drinks in the middle of the day.

Well, I'm not in a position to talk about other people, and I'm not going to care about that because I'm the kind of people who can honestly work and swallow and play with my walnut dreams.

"I don't care if I swallow with you or not. I don't know. Admittedly, it's easy."

I'm terrible, but I'm also honest.

What's funny is that even this kind of luxurious booze can function fully as a rest?

No, it's fun, I'm glad. I might be able to relax if I'm bad, rather than tense.

"There's a crook. Lunamaria, Listie, Laura stick around. What's your manager worth? You fool me."

Zagacliffe, the avant-garde swordsman, like a grassy good man.

No, I didn't mean to fool you.

If I hadn't asked you to swallow in a long time, you'd be the one who rushed joyfully and bravely thinking those three would follow me on the set.

"What are you happy about drinking with your manager in the daytime? It's not even gonna be Common Service Day.

To the harsh face and physical habits, the magical Kasimrada.

Is that still the case?

That's why the day I made it, I would be killed by your muscles, and you guys could get blade wounds shaken up in a booking match.

"Damn, how much better would it be to dream of a butterfly (papilio somnium) as a customer to spend such a waste of money? Good liquor and food.

Don't tell me you stink like a child, Livis the shield.

When you come to see the butterfly dreams, the ladies say, "Here comes the kids."

Really a human species, you.

It looks like a pretty balanced threesome (party).

I don't mean to make a strange mistake, but I'm still going to play with the "no petals" lady in the Walnut Dream (of which), and if I swallow it, it's these cheap taverns, but I should actually be making more money.

"You guys..."

He swallows while complaining about bumps, but it's not even a sticky, unpleasant air.

Strange, they say they like it. This is the place, and apparently I'm having fun.

It's not like I'm crazy.

"Oh, it's not moisturizing enough. It's a nasty drink."

I agree with that.

Well, sometimes it's good, you know, hang out.

Next time, well, I don't think they're with us, as it turns out.

It is still unclear who will break first.

"Well, I'll get that moisturized, so can I have it with my manager?

I was suddenly called out.

It's me, but it's a woman's voice.

And it's pretty cute, it knows how to flatter a man.

From where I can help you, you're probably a whore.

Just as I looked back to confirm the voice I had hung from behind me, there stood Mr. Yuri Seppuku as expected.

He stretches his habitual blue-haired silver hair slightly below his shoulder and has familiar tonal eyes.

For the sake of my language, Miss Laura of the Walnut Dream (of ours) is also the owner of a body that is likely to be worn out.

- It's my daughter, the butterfly dream. You're not the type.

There seems to be such a demand in different worlds.

I don't know where the world is, but it's the end.

I think it's attractive enough that I hid it in my clothes, so why don't we just hide it some more when we walk out in the daytime?

Thoughtfully taking away the gaze of the stupid threesome, but I can't save where each of the three is split between face, chest, and ass.

I don't think I've ever talked to him directly, but if it's just knowledge, it's the face I know.

Miss Kittis, a sign lady at the middle-class whorehouse Kissing the Cat (Ferres Oskrum).

"Four flower petals" Quattur Follum Floris "in this quarter's" Flower Crown Ceremony "- a rising popularity lady who became a luxury whore (Kurtizanne).

In just two years, luxury hookers (Kurtizanne) are rarely found in large boxes.

It's amazing how much you've earned from that kind of sales in a middle-class whorehouse, but it's a big deal that you're holding onto a fancy whore (Kurtizanne).

Now is the time to be seen as a middleman thanks to Miss Kittys, but originally "Kissing the Cat (Ferres Oskrum)" was only a small box.

It is impossible to win the honorable Lady Kittis without considerable charm.

"Coronat Solemne," she said, "I couldn't afford to observe the flower faces or bodies of other (approximate) ladies calmly from (...) Ah (...) Ru (...) Love (...), but this way, I can convince the popularity of the lady.

What can I do for you?

"It's private time now. Why don't you come to my dreams of butterflies at night?

"Um, we're talking a little bit to do at the store,"

Are we talking about migration?

If you haven't spoken to the store, it will certainly be a problem, but I can't deal with you as a butterfly dream (of ours) even if you come in that state in the first place.

Whether they're big boxes or small boxes, they're not willing to talk nonsense.

"In the meantime, as I was saying, can I have you and your manager alone? I have a girl for your friends."

I will not wait for this confirmation, but I will do the signaling.

At the same time, three glossy girls appeared who, no matter what, would be in the "one petal" Unus forumfloris "class (class), on the three sides of Zagacliffe, Kasimrada and Livis.

Is it the policy of "Kissing a Cat (Ferrez Oskrum)" to make your daughter dress fanatically from day to day?

All three of them are just as thin as Miss Kittys, but they can take away the gaze of the three idiots, so maybe it's not so wrong.

Though...

"I'm on my own."

"Aren't you lucky? I can't help but drink with the manager, so we'll swallow with these ladies."

"Right. No mon is better than free. If this is the price your daughter will pay to be alone with her manager, thank you for inviting her today."

"Just drinking with me? Or can I come with you somewhere?

Ohra.

Miss Kittys also said to Livis' question, "Whatever you want," which is probably a big deal.

I think if I bought it at the store for one night, the three idiots would get a pretty blue price.

And these guys...

'You're all angry about this. It's seemingly light, but it looks like it's looking good and ready and serious, and you can listen to it for as long as you want, right?

Zagacliffe whispers softly about being a leader when he stretches under his nose and leaves with a girl.

Kasimrada and Livis are smiling too.

- I'm sorry, I'm not very popular. And thanks for following up.

Damn these guys, if you swallow it while it's good, you're definitely a walnut, and if you come to the Walnut Dream (ours), you joke about it, but you won't talk about letting me accommodate you.

At times like this, it's odd to guess, and I stand around not to make things rough even if I drop myself.

Actually, I don't know who he is, but he's a good swallower for me.

I can't help it, I'm sorry, but should I talk to you for as long as I think the three of you are good?

No, I don't think so.

They'll probably be with their daughter until the morning, so I can't go to work tonight.

- I'm sorry.

Thinking about that, Miss Kittys bows her head, alone with me as she thinks.

"Everyone I know as a manager is a good person. You almost got angry, so you took my suggestion from yourself."

- Heh.

That's just the kind of lady who's going to be "Quattur Follum Floris" with four flower petals, and you can read the current flow.

Nonetheless, it feels like a mess to have a first hand, but if it's normal, it probably means it's not an angry situation.

"I'm sorry if I did that to a girl. I'll apologize to all my friends later."

"Oh, I wasn't very popular either. It's true what they said." I don't care. "

They're laughing at themselves when they almost got mad at me for making fun of me.

Otherwise, there's nothing I'd say anyway, and it's not who's losing it, or who's feeling bad about it.

If Miss Kittys is reflecting on that, it's all the more so.

"Oh well. But I still want to apologize properly. - Well, there are easier ways to get me to be alone with my manager, just a little around the city..."

"Oh, I think that's a good decision, huh?

Certainly.

I thought it might be (...), but I can tell it's the wrong damn (...) if I actually meet you.

Sometimes I have surveillance under the name of an escort, and Miss Kittys will be right.

Well, it's a good thing to be careful, though I don't think it's very likely that (...) will (...).

"? Do you understand?

Miss Kittys has a slight look on her face, but I guess so.

Flush this place properly.

"Oh - it's also business to behave like you know. Flush it. No offense, I just got a little bit of common sense. Okay. So, what does it look like to me?

"Terrible."

He laughed so hard, he seemed to flush it out for now.

I still have vigilance in my eyes, but you really don't think I understand.

If we don't get down to business for now, it won't be clear.

What the hell is Miss Kittys' "errand" to me?

"Let's get straight to the point, shall we? I'm here to scout for the manager."

- Are you insane?

This is a little, no. Pretty rare.

There have been a few ladies in the past who have told me directly that they would like to move to the Walnut Dream, but this is the first time I've been in a boulder trying to pull me through my shop.

At least the established people who know about the owners don't do that.

Even though it is now medium-sized, if it were not for Miss Kittys, it would have been a small box of newcomers, "Kissing the Cat (Ferrez Oskrum)".

"Are you insane? May I say the terms?

At least Miss Kittys looks serious.

Really, it would be heartfelt if they thought I was going to leave the Walnut Dream alone, but apparently I don't have any spare knowledge of the Walnut Dream, Miss Kittys.

I don't know how many things (...) have happened before, but I wonder how cautious I have been.

I'm sure you're going to hear why that all of a sudden went into this kind of bold behavior, but the owner (owner) of "Cat Kissing (Ferres Oskrum)" is also a depository story.

I'm definitely overconfident of the (...) power (...) of my (...) minutes, Miss Kittys' arbitrariness.

"- If I could just ask?

Well, sometimes I say no without even listening to it, beyond deciding to listen.

Decline is a certainty, but I'm not interested in what kind of terms you're offering, and I'm even more interested in why you decided to pull me out now.

If the purpose of my "magic" favor is to move on to my dream of a butterfly.

"Ha-la-nah. Well, no. - Listen, surprise me. Breaking terms!

That being said, the conditions arranged by Miss Kittys are certainly good to call breaking.

Well, that presupposes that I am the owner's whorehouse, if not the manager entrusted with the sole authority of "Papilio Somnium".

It is understandable that people who say no will not be there because they want to hire them on this condition.

At the same time, I was convinced that Miss Kittis was inviting me to the Walnut Dream (of which) and "real information" about me without knowing anything.

"That's out of the question."

"Yeah eh?!

Miss Kittys takes an honest surprise reaction after being kicked over by me for confident, uncomfortable and arranging conditions.

Seems quite honest in character, but is that okay with "Quattur Follum Floris", a four-piece petal?

"'Cause it's not great in terms of money or authority? I don't think it's the first time I've been hired. Plus, you're optionally making me available. You're saying you like your time, out of the question? Isn't it awful?"

No, you know what?

There are only three "five petals" Quinke Follum Floris "that say something similar to the dreams of a butterfly (of which), but don't you even know that?

Admittedly, it's a fascinating condition for a man, but I think it's out of the question if we can pull him out of the Walnut Dream.

"- Who's the manager?

On the other hand, ask me why I wanted to pull through without knowing so much about my dreams of butterflies.

From the way Miss Kittys is doing, I don't care if it's a conspiracy, and if we're talking about that hand in the first place, we'll be more prepared.

"Before it gets too much..."

"It's time to stop. -" Aphilodisiacum "doesn't work on me.

"-!?

I'll stop Miss Kittys trying to make it to the last resort. Surprise me not to speak.

I guess so, because it's a word that wouldn't have come out if you knew who you were.

That's what I know now because of all the circumstances.

Well, we'd better flush it out there, wouldn't we?

"Let me know why you wanted to pull me out of this. If my" magic "is what you want, you can move on to the Walnut Dream. Miss Kittys would welcome a proper procedure.

Throw my doubts at Miss Kittys, who is pounding her mouth.

He told me honestly if it was a good thing that surprised me.

You know more about my "magic" on the boulder than working in the city on the night of King's Capital, Glen Kaina.

That I've always been interested in that.

He told me that he wasn't interested and that he was determined to pull it out because of what happened at this year's "Coronat Solemne" ceremony.

I'm not talking about the exchange between Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria (Runaway Candy Head) and Miss Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura.

She said Miss Kittys was as if she were from the bottom of her heart surprised by something else than most people who were there were most interested in.

That became stronger later as he heard from around him about the "appearance matrix".

Says.

The ladies of the Walnut Dream looked different from the ladies of Feline Kissing (Ferres Oskrum) to whom they belonged.

He said he was supposed to be the same whore, but he looked like someone else doing another job.

"No matter how much of the manager's" magic "keeps him physically and physically fit, I think it's with him in the number one store..."

I can't go wrong with the words of Miss Kittys, who shrugs like that.

If you work in a walnut dream, you're full of happiness, and you can't even turn the heavens and the earth upside down because of all your misery.

Follow your body, it's better elsewhere.

That's about it at best.

Selling your body doesn't change your true sense of sobriety.

But still, Miss Kittis says it looked different.

- He told me.

"I don't know. When the manager came to" Kiss the Cat, "I thought," Kiss the Cat. "

Miss Kittys, laughing like that, seemed lonely.

"It's the opposite of everyone else in the city, but the night comes and we wake up, we eat, we work. It's a job like this, so it's full of hard things, but the rice is delicious, I don't have to worry about my body, and the hard things are laughable with proper stupidity and crying and crap with my daughters who work with me because they find it fun to have fun. - Can you be like that?"

That's what I think I am every day.

I still don't have the strength, but I wish I could do it that way every day.

There are many things I don't know just from the side.

It's not as easy as I can see, and I can't get to the very way I envision it.

- But.

"That's what the daughters of the Walnut Dream looked like."

I really appreciate you saying that.

If that's what you saw from Miss Kittys, who works for the same whore, you can do it.

I'm not gonna be happy here, but I'm gonna be saved by that word, too.

"... the pull-out is out of the question. If that's the case, we can work together."

To my words, Miss Kittys looks up surprised.

"I can't do it every day like in a walnut dream, but I might be able to do it once a week. You can think positively if you want to talk through the owner (owner) of" Cat Kissing (That Way) "instead of Miss Kittys' discretion. There are limits, and it's a big premise that I prioritize only the dreams of butterflies."

To my words, Miss Kittys was thrilled to confirm that she would swallow all my terms and move.

Well, even for me, it's not stingy to move forward.

If we don't even lose sight of the shaft foot, it won't be a bad thing to spread what we can.

I need to report it to Renamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura.

Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria (Ama) would be delighted to cooperate.

But...

"If that's all serious, why haven't you told me before?

Mouth honest questions.

Miss Kittys is a little straightforward, but there is no doubt that the thought is serious.

"You'd have had as many opportunities as you wanted, wouldn't you?

I can't figure out what you've been looking at, what you've been pulling.

On top of that, the awkwardness that today's approach has come in a hurry is conspicuous rather than ready.

That seriousness and action seemed to my eyes in the imbalance.

"What are you talking about! No, I didn't!

Miss Kittis rebuts with a full face of extracardiac expression.

Apparently Miss Kittys has a reason to be Miss Kittys.

"Really?

"'Cause there's always something wrong with us. I can't."

I'm here because I'm not happy.

I laughed unexpectedly, but what would they look like if they heard this?

When Lunamaria, Miss Listia, and Miss Laura are on my side all the time, is it hard for other ladies to come near me?

I guess it's what they're after in a way, but don't be a little too facetious.

"I'm sorry about that. But they're not so vague. At least not when you're with me. If anyone else wants to talk to you about this hand, just say so."

It would be nice to prevent bugs - I'm the lady in the deep window - but it's a little bit of a problem to stop talking like this.

"I wonder if it's true..."

Miss Kittys is still half-hearted.

Are you scared of the ladies elsewhere?

It's funny, but it's not even a dream of a butterfly (of ours) or a glance at it, or something like that, and maybe it's natural if you try it on the ladies elsewhere.

Well, I'm about to discover the unexpected advantages of being alone this time.

If I tell you about this, I feel plainly depressed by all three of them, but it's a good thing I get the status quo right, yeah.

You should thank the three idiots who kept my temper down.

If we talk about this hand, we'll get busy, but it's not a bad thing.

If hard work brings us any closer to a situation where we can say, "I didn't throw it away."

The ladies who rely on the dreams of the butterflies will also cooperate.

Whatever it is, I feel better today.

I feel like I just got more work, but a good job is as good as a break, and I need a stiff - worthy one.

I appreciate it, Miss Kittys.