The other barbarians also looked hopeful. They had come to the mainland from the North to survive, and they had never seen the night view of a big city. In addition, the treatment given by Downton was good, and they had no shortage of money in their pockets, so they were eager to give it a try.
"You go ahead!"
Downton is considerate.
"You don't want to go?" Arnold frowned, "Then the First Guards and I will stay to protect you!"
"No, I give you a day off today. Let's go play!"
Of course Downton wants to go, but he has to travel alone. He has no choice. He is too thin-skinned, and he still can't go to a nightclub with a group of subordinates to watch a striptease.
"no!"
Arnold refused.
"Go ahead, do you think you can help if there is a sneak attack?" Downton waved his hand, turned around and entered the room. After the barbarians quarreled outside and the sound disappeared, he ran towards the window.
Not to mention that Downton can perform aerial dance. Even relying solely on physical strength, he can jump off a five-story building without any problem.
"Why bother?"
Homer was puzzled. In a continent where semi-slave and semi-feudal systems were the mainstream, no one would care about watching a striptease or openly soliciting prostitutes.
"Don't tarnish my pure heart with your dirty thoughts. I am going to collect materials, yes, and use these stories to create creations and criticize this society and system!"
Downton ran in the alleys late at night like a night owl, lithe and elegant.
"Hey, you definitely just thought of it!"
Homer didn't believe it.
"Is it possible that you want to call on society to pay more attention to prostitutes?" Cheap God laughed, "The world is like this. If you want to live and live a better life, you can only rely on yourself!"
"Can we not discuss such heavy issues? It makes me not even in the mood to watch dancing!" Downton rolled his eyes, stopped a carriage, and jumped on, "Go to Crazy Horse Nightclub!"
"Twelve silver coins!" The coachman was a chatterbox with a lewd smile, reminding Downton, "It seems that sir is good at playing, but you must bring enough gold coins. The dancers there are very expensive, take them out for a night
It only costs three hundred gold coins, which is more than I can earn by pulling a carriage for a month!"
Downton mumbled casually, admiring the night view of Paris.
There are magic stone street lamps at intervals on both sides of the clean and wide street, emitting a dim yellow halo and exuding an aura of passion.
This city is lazy and charming, just like a young woman sleeping in spring, with a seductive charm everywhere!
"Sir, we're here!"
The coachman opened the door. As soon as Downton jumped out, he noticed a dozen eyes on him, looking at him.
Ding!
Downton popped out a gold coin, "No need to look for it!"
"Thank you for the reward, sir!" The coachman nodded and bowed, quickly walked a few steps and chased after Downton, "When will you come out at what time? I will pick you up later. There is no charge!"
The coachman was a discerning person, and he would naturally want to curry favor with such a generous guest from Downton. He could also tell that the other person was a foreigner. If he could serve him during his stay in Paris, he might be able to make a fortune.
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"No!"
We still don’t know when Downton will be released.
"Okay!" The coachman was a little disappointed, but he had already made up his mind to pick up a few more customers. He came here to wait, "By the way, don't worry, those are just street girls. If you like anyone,
If you want to take it away, just look at their work badges, they are issued by the government, and wearing them proves that you are healthy!"
"ah?"
Downton was stunned. He didn't expect the government to control even prostitutes so strictly.
"Although those prostitutes are cheap, they are not safe. If they are caught by the security team, they will have to pay a large fine. By the way, these women can do any tricks with up to twenty gold coins a night.
It’s expensive, but you’re being ripped off.”
Because of Downton's generosity, the coachman took the trouble to introduce him, eager to gain his favor.
"I know, I'm not looking for a woman!"
Downton waved his hand and crossed the street.
Stop~ The street girls originally wanted to come up to pick up the customers, but after seeing that Downton's target was the Crazy Horse Nightclub, they stopped and dispersed. Those vicious bodyguards would not let them interfere with the nightclub's business, but they came out
The guests don't matter.
After those men enjoy the singing and dancing, if they can't afford to call the dancers, they will come out to find street girls to solve the problem. This is why there are many women gathered here.
Even though they are just standing here, they have to pay a total of more than thirty gold coins every month, including taxes collected by the sheriff, protection fees from the brotherhood, and gold coins given to the nightclub bouncers, and sometimes
You have to sleep with them, otherwise they would have been kicked away long ago.
The world of street girls is also cruel. You can't make money just by spreading your legs.
"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"
When Downton was about to walk up the steps, a girl carrying a flower basket ran over. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her nose was red because of her thin clothes and the cold all night.
This job of selling flowers is usually done by girls, so they are also called La Traviata.
"Sir, buy one. Your female companion will be very happy if she sees the flowers you brought!"
Seeing that Downton didn't drive her away rudely like other passers-by, Margaret kept up her sales pitch and spoke very fast.
"Sir, are you in trouble?"
A bodyguard walked down the steps and glared at Margaret fiercely. These Camellias came from poor families and sometimes worked part-time as prostitutes to make a living.
Margaret looked very innocent, and the bodyguards were worried that she would take away the guests, so they came out to chase him away.
"Well, give me one!"
Downton didn't want to be too fussy, so he dug into his pocket and found that there were no gold coins, so he took out his wallet, took out a gold ticket and handed it to Margaret.
"Sir, do you want roses? I went to the river early this morning to pick these. They are very bright and only cost ten copper coins!"
Margaret was very happy to sell a flower, so that her brother would have an extra piece of bread for breakfast tomorrow, but when she saw the gold ticket with a face value of one hundred gold coins handed over by Downton, her face turned bitter.
"Sir, I can't find it. Why don't you wait while I go to the perfume shop next door to see if I can find it?"
Margaret begged, she didn't want the deal to fall through because she didn't have enough change.
"Keep the change, please!"
Downton casually handed Margaret the gold coins, took the rose, and walked to the nightclub.
"Eh? Sir!"
Margaret chased for a few steps and was stopped by the bodyguard. This guy stared at the golden ticket in La Traviata's hand with greedy eyes. One hundred gold coins was his two months' salary.
"Don't use your brain, otherwise I will make you die miserably!"
The pressure of Downton's soul locked onto the bodyguard, which immediately shocked him and made him smile.
A few stations nearby ~ When the street girls saw this scene, their eyes turned red with jealousy, and they secretly swore that they would eat this big fat sheep tonight.
Crazy Horse Nightclub is indeed the most luxurious gold-selling den in Paris. One ticket costs 500 gold coins, not counting drinks and fruits.
As soon as Downton stepped into the hall, he felt a wave of warm air blowing towards his face, mixed with the smell of alcohol and powder. Coupled with the light of the colorful chandelier, it immediately created a relaxing atmosphere.
The deafening music roared, and as the dancer on the high platform in front led the dance, the men and women on the dance floor were also twisting their bodies crazily.
This is the intermission of the song and dance performance, and then the main event will begin.
Downton found a seat at the bar and sat down, and the bartender immediately greeted him.
"whisky!"
Downton announced the name of a drink, which caused several women next to him to chuckle.
"Haha, this is my first time here, country bumpkin!"
"Do you want to tease him?"
"But he is so handsome!"
Whispers came that in the hall, in addition to the guests, there were also some prostitutes who belonged to the nightclub. What they wanted to do was to try their best to drain the guests' wallets.
"I don't like this kind of place!"
Downton took a sip of wine and frowned. The messy atmosphere made people uncomfortable.
"Sir. Alone?"
A scantily clad woman sat next to her and crossed her legs. Because of this movement, the short skirt that only covered her buttocks slid up, revealing the edge of her garters and even her underwear.
"Sorry, I want to be quiet!"
Downton refused directly.
"Don't care, stay with me and you won't be lonely soon."
The woman looked at Downton with charming eyes, her left hand touched his thigh, and slowly moved up.
"The Jingjing I'm talking about is a woman!" Downton slapped the woman's hand away, "Do you want my girlfriend to break up with me?"
"Ah?" The woman was dumbfounded, "Didn't you say you wanted to be quiet?"
Downton looked away and stopped paying attention to him!
puff!
There was a chuckle from the side. Downton turned his head and saw a handsome boy. He was wearing a painter's hat and a loose white shirt. There were some stains on it, obviously from eating.
The lower body is a pair of blue overalls.
He sat there with a heavily worn picture folder in front of him. Inside was a stack of parchment, and next to it was an inkwell.
"male?"
Downton asked about Homer, because judging from his voice alone, he could not distinguish between male and female, and the contours of his face were soft and very neutral. More importantly, his chest was very flat.
"It's a woman!"
Homer answered in the affirmative.
"No way?" Downton didn't believe it, "What are women doing here?"
"how could I know?"
Homer wanted to roll her eyes.
The androgynous girl seemed to have thought of something. She immediately dipped her pen in ink and started writing with excitement!
After a few minutes, the girl raised her head, gave a thumbs up gesture to Downton, and made a mouth gesture, obviously praising the idea of 'I want to be quiet'.
"writer?"
Downton nodded, his mouth twitching slightly. He had good eyesight and could see that the girl was taking notes and writing the names of some characters.
Probably noticing Downton's gaze, the girl suddenly spread her hands and lay on the table, covering what she was writing, as if she was worried about being seen by him.
Downton shrugged his shoulders. At this time, the music also ended. The men and women left the dance floor. The host walked onto the stage and announced the start of the performance. (To be continued...)
