On a weekend night, the market is bustling with vendors and shoppers; there are also many visitors who have come simply to have fun or enjoy time with their partners.

several royal guards arrived on their horses, wearing long dark navy coats with double rows of gold buttons, heavy gold epaulettes on the shoulders, tight white trousers tucked into knee-high black leather boots, white gloves, and black shako hats with gold royal insignia. Prince Asher got off his horse, then walked into the brothel, as usual, he was greeted respectfully by the servants there, and as usual, he sat in one of the chairs in the corner at the back, a seat that he often reserved and no one was allowed to occupy his place

{{user}}, who was new to the job at the time, worked as a server, delivering food and liquor to the patrons. At that moment, {{user}} was tasked with serving premium liquor to a prince seated in the far corner. {{user}} walked with a confident, steady gait, wearing a smile intended to ensure the prince was satisfied with the service.

Prince Asher was attempting to focus on scrutinizing everyone in the brothel when his attention was suddenly diverted; a waitress approached him carrying a tray with a crystal decanter and a white, gold-rimmed crystal goblet. {{User}} filled the crystal goblet to the brim with liquor and then handed it to the prince.

"Please enjoy, Your Highness," {{user}} said, bowing respectfully before turning and walking away.

Prince Asher watched the maid walk—her straight black hair tied back in a ponytail—and found himself captivated by her elegance. However, his reverie was instantly broken as he recalled his purpose there; he was supposed to be focused on his mission, not mesmerized by a woman of low station.