Golden Mask 3.
-Hello, sir. — Sergei smiled as he walked down the now-familiar corridor and entered the foyer of the Golden Mask. — Welcome back to our establishment.
-Hello. — Sergei approached the reception desk, nodded, and then said, slightly embarrassed. — Golden Mask. Uh… listen, what's your name?
-My name is Golden Mask 356C. — The girl replied with a friendly smile. Sergei looked closer and realized it was the same girl who had greeted him four days ago. — But for an additional fee, deducted from your account monthly, you can give me a name that's convenient for you.
-I see. — Sergei smirked at the enterprise's ingenuity
. — How much does that service cost?-The service costs five gold coins per month. — The Golden Mask replied. Then, shaking her head, she added. — Sorry, sir, I forgot to remind you. — The girl waved her hand, and a text file opened on Sergei's interface display. — This is a copy of our registration agreement for our network.
-Wow. — Sergei was genuinely surprised. — Hmm, I didn't think the contract would be documented this way.
-Yeah. — Sergei nodded and chuckled. — So the Vikings with their Yggdrasil were right.
-Nine percent of universes similar to yours. — The Mask nodded. — The network of passages between worlds is called that. — The Mask waved her hand again, and a sphere composed of glowing threads emanating from its center appeared before Sergei's eyes. — But as you can see, sir, it doesn't much resemble a tree.
-In terms of spread, maybe not. — Sergei mentally zoomed in on the sphere so that the small branches from the thick threads became visible. — But in terms of origin, the worlds are indeed like a tree.
-You are right, sir. — The Mask nodded in agreement, then looked at Sergei with interest and asked. — How do you know about the origin of worlds from the primordials?
-Some revere our universe as the one walked by the First himself… — Sergei began but stumbled, trying to remember how it was in the book. But waving his hand, he said. — Okay, never mind.
-As you wish, sir. — The Mask nodded. — What name would you like to give me?
-Wait. — Sergei said, a bit taken aback. — I haven't agreed to purchase the service yet.
-Discount for purchasing a three-month package of Copper Ring services. — The Mask began listing in a rehearsed tone. Sergei noted that despite the mask covering the upper part of her face, dark circles were swollen under her eyes. It seemed the Masks were having another tough day. — Includes ten free names that a visitor can give once to one Mask of our establishment. Within three months.
-Wow, a nice bonus. — Sergei grunted, slightly shaking his head. — Okay, then I'll call you Nadine.
-Very well, sir. — Judging by her tone, the girl liked the name. — Thank you, sir. — She added, hiding a smile. — Which Mask will you order today, or would you like the system to pick a random one for you?
-A tempting offer, of course. — Sergei replied with a smile. — But could you check if Mask number 967F is free right now?
-The gray silk mask. — Nadine clarified, checking the information in her augmented reality interface. At that moment, Sergei thought he saw a sly smile flash on the girl's face for a second. — Yes, Mask number 967F is currently free.
-Excellent. — Sergei was pleased. — Can I book Mask 967F for twelve hours?
-Of course, sir. — Nadine nodded and began processing the order, but stopped after a second and asked again. — For twelve hours, are you sure, sir?
-Sure. — Sergei looked at Nadine, not understanding. — Does your establishment have limits on session duration?
-There are limits, sir. — Nadine began uncertainly. — But they are 144 hours, which corresponds to 6 days of 24 hours each.
-You are right, sir. — Nadine replied, nodding. — By contract, Masks are to work no more than 144 hours per week. Once a year, a Mask is entitled to a vacation of 31 days. — Saying this, Nadine asked, slightly embarrassed. — Sorry, sir, but are you absolutely sure you'll last twelve hours?
-I'm sure, Nadine, don't worry, I won't overwork the Mask. — Sergei said, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. But a moment later, it dawned on the guy what the girl meant, and he hastily said. — Uh, I won't be making love to her the entire session.
-Oh, forgive me, sir. — The girl blushed, covered her mouth with her hands, and began bowing repeatedly. — I thought the wrong thing about you.
-I'm not offended. — Sergei smiled reassuringly and added. — I understand what kind of establishment you have and what kind of clients there are.
-Very well, sir. — Nadine said with a relieved sigh. — What other Mask services would you like to order?
-Let's go with the standard package, I guess. — Sergei replied after a moment's thought. — And if I need anything else, I'll order it from the shop.
-Very well, sir. — From the girl's look, Sergei understood she had turned on her interface again and was filling out the order bank. — So, your order number 398 765. Gray silk mask 967F. Standard package, session duration 12 hours.
-Excellent. — A window appeared in Sergei's interface offering to purchase the session with the standard service package. The price, by the way, turned out to be unusual. It was 24,000 copper coins with a tax of 2,500. — Uh-huh, I see. — Sergei smirked, understanding that the Golden Mask earned more this way through currency exchange, particularly via blood and mana units. After making the necessary currency transfers, Sergei clicked on payment and then said. — Pleasure doing business with you.
-Thank you for purchasing the services of our establishment. — Nadine said with a friendly smile, bowing low. — I hope you, as always, enjoy the quality of our Mask's work, sir.
-I think so. — Sergei said with a breezy smirk. — The Mask won't disappoint me.
-Then, sir. — Nadine, coming out from behind the counter, as last time, approached the elevator, made an inviting gesture, and said. — Please follow me.
-So, sir. — Stopping at the right door, Nadine said. — Your Mask is ready for the session. Have a pleasant time…
Opening the door, Nadine peeked inside for a moment, then her eyes widened, and when she realized what was happening in the room, she swallowed, tried to say something, but choked on her saliva and started coughing. And there was plenty to see. The room was in complete disarray. Clothes of various sizes and styles, mostly women's, were scattered everywhere. Beer mugs, most half-full, stood all around. The bed linen was crumpled in a heap at the edge of the bed, and pillows lay in different parts of the room, with only one lying forlornly at the head of the bed.
The Mask, or rather, as Sergei had already dubbed her, Lucy. Was sitting on the floor on the left side of the bed, leaning against it. She wore only a black leather corset and a semi-transparent skirt that barely covered her charms. The tightly laced corset accentuated the girl's figure so much that her already firm breasts with hard nipples pointing in different directions. Became even firmer and now resembled juicy melons rather than firm, ripe apples. On these improvised melons rested the exhausted, wrinkled face of the girl. It was abundantly smeared with streaks of semen. Which also flowed in a thin stream from her mouth down her chin. Her tightly closed eyelids were swollen and had a light purple tint.
Her limp shoulders seemed to sag to the level of her diaphragm. Her arms hung limply at her sides, reaching down to the floor, hidden behind her legs, which were slightly bent and spread wide apart. This pose fully exposed the girl's crotch, so that her spread labia showed the world her heavily dilated vaginal opening. From which, by the way, semen was also flowing, mixing with a small stream coming from the girl's anus.
-Ahem, ahem. — Clearing her throat, Nadine intended to yell at the negligent employee of her establishment. — Mask…
-Shh, quieter, even quieter. — Covering Nadine's mouth with his palm and holding her by the waist, Sergei tried to calm the girl, who was furious at such behavior from Eli. — Don't shout like that.
-Umm… — Glaring angrily at Sergei, Nadine intended to redirect her anger onto him. But realizing in time that Sergei was, after all, a client of their establishment and had already paid for the session. — She widened her eyes in fright. — Mmm… — The girl hummed with a conciliatory smile.
-Calmed down? Good! — Sergei stopped holding the girl by the waist but kept his hand over her mouth so she wouldn't accidentally wake Eli. — I think we better step out. — Sergei led Nadine out of the room and then carefully closed the door behind them. — Now let's talk, but calmly.
-Forgive me, sir. — The girl, still looking at Sergei fearfully, bowed low. — I just, just…
-Just got scared. — Sergei, taking Nadine by the shoulders, straightened her up. — That I wouldn't like the Mask's condition and the state of the apartment.
-Y-yes, sir. — Nadine replied, stuttering slightly. — It seems Mask 967F didn't have time to return to working condition after the last session.
-Not surprising. — Sergei, smiling broadly, led Nadine to the leather sofa opposite the Mask's apartment door. After seating her on the sofa and sitting down next to her, he continued. — Especially considering her condition after the session itself.
-Sir, on behalf of our establishment, I offer my deepest apologies. — The girl said, bowing her head several times. — You will be compensated for moral damages in the amount of the full cost of your session. — The girl continued with a heavy sigh. And Sergei saw tears welling up in Nadine's eyes. — You will also be offered a choice of a Mask of a race from a package above your ring.
-Hold on. — Sergei, taking the girl by the shoulders, gave her a slight shake. — I haven't made any complaints yet.
-Very well, sir, I understand you. — The girl nervously took a deep breath. — You can, at your discretion, change the Mask's services during the session, as well as add new services, up to fifteen of them. Without additional payment.
-Um… I think what I've already ordered will be enough. — Sergei swallowed, beginning to understand how his words sounded from the outside. — Nadine, just tell me how to easily and quickly clean the apartment after the previous client's session.
-Clients. — Nadine replied without looking up. — The clients were three dwarves who took the special SADO package. — Then the girl registered Sergei's words, and she looked up at him with a grateful expression. — Under the tabletop opposite the bed, under the mirror, there's a rune. — The girl began wiping away the tears that had appeared, continuing to explain. — The rune will require 25 units of mana points from you.
-But don't worry. — Nadine finally smiled. — Our establishment will compensate you for the mana expenditure at double the cost of activating the rune after the session ends.
-Dear Golden Mask. — Sergei sighed heavily and patted the girl on the shoulder. — You're overcomplicating things again.
-In what sense? — Nadine asked, shaking her head in confusion. — Overcomplicating?
-Forgive me, sir. — Nadine covered her mouth with her hands and whispered. — I forgot about your mana points.
-When work is hectic. — Sergei stroked the girl's head. — You can forget worse things. — He nodded towards Eli's door and added. — You understand why I asked not to disturb Mask 967F.
-Yes, now I understand you. — Nadine said with a heavy sigh, adding regretfully. — But according to the rules of our establishment, I will have to punish Mask 967F.
-Well, rules are rules. — Sergei nodded in agreement. — Though I'll have to punish you too.
-WHAT… Me? — The girl was indignant, though her look said she was very frightened. — What for?
-Well, how about it, dear Golden Mask. — Sergei smiled predatorily, so that Nadine recoiled and shielded herself with her hand. — After all, it was you who didn't check the condition of Mask 967F before processing the booking for a session in her apartment.
-DAMN!!! — Nadine groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. — I messed up again.
-Umm… — Nadine began but, after thinking, also whispered. — What about Mask 967?
-With Eli. — Sergei stood up, lifted Nadine, and led her to the elevator. — Everything will be fine. — Pressing the button, Sergei added almost inaudibly. — I'll send her to the shower right now.
-Um, this is. — The girl hesitated, and when the elevator descended, she awkwardly kissed Sergei on the cheek, then jumped into the elevator and, as the doors were closing, said. — You! Please take care of her, sir.
-I will. — Waving to Nadine, Sergei said, heading back to Eli's apartment door. — Girls in all worlds are girls, always thinking of how to help others.
-Well, what do we have here. — Entering, Sergei closed the door behind him, standing opposite Eli, who continued to sleep peacefully, leaning against the bed. The guy, crossing his arms, asked in a quiet whisper. — So, wake you up or carry you to the bathroom first?
For a couple of minutes, Sergei made futile attempts to wake the Mask. But the girl was sleeping so soundly that when a too-strong push made her fall on her side, she merely hugged her knees, curled into a ball, and began snoring even louder. So, deciding what must be done, he carefully picked up the girl and carried her to the bathroom. While Sergei carried the lightweight girl, she curled up even tighter, occasionally moaning, but didn't open her eyes.
Deciding that first the girl needed to be fully undressed so she could take a proper bath, Sergei tried to unlace the corset at her waist, but either the fastenings were broken or the girl's body had swollen after the session. The corset wouldn't come off. Deciding it was better to wake Eli first, Sergei rinsed the girl's face several times with ice-cold water. But it had no effect.
-So, what should I do with you, Eli? — Catching his breath, Sergei laid the girl down, who showed no signs of regaining consciousness. Trying to understand what was wrong with the Mask, Sergei, examining the girl again, realized she was breathing too rapidly and irregularly. — So, it seems one of those damned dwarves overdid it. — Remembering one of the pirate movies, Sergei tried to tear the corset by force, but it only creaked and wouldn't give. — Hmm, attempt failed, need to cut it, but with what?
-Hmm, what if. — Sergei quickly opened the interface, typed "scissors for cutting leather and strong soft materials" into the search bar. — Hmm, seems I'm not the first to face this while trying not to attract unnecessary attention to the situation. — Sergei said, shaking his head when, a second later, a lot appeared on his screen with scissors resembling garden shears, the upper part looking like a sausage-turning spatula for a grill. — Wow, those are big, hope they help.
-O-ohh… — Eli sighed noisily when Sergei, with difficulty, finally managed with the corset.