After soaking in a large wooden tub for a while, Uchiha Gen draped himself in the towel he had brought and went downstairs to find a maid. He ordered a few ordinary, cheap dishes from the menu, skipped the sake, and chose a pot of tea.
He did not want to suffer another top courtesan fiasco. The top courtesans outside all seemed poisonous.
When he had gone downstairs to order, he had happened to notice that the proprietress's portrait was hanging at the very top of the row for top courtesans in the hall! In other words, the proprietress was very likely a top courtesan too!
"Ugh... thank goodness. If I'd ordered a top courtesan, I'd probably have gone crazy!"
The proprietress was not exactly ugly, but her beauty was completely outside Uchiha Gen's type. He could not appreciate slightly plump women, and most importantly, her age! As the saying went, women in their thirties could...
"Ahem, younger is better... though there's not much to talk about."
He was already in his thirties. Including his previous life, he was a sixty-year-old old man. But age could not be counted that way, because he felt his mentality was still that of an eighteen-year-old.
It was past nine in the evening. Most households had already gone to sleep, but the Pleasure District was only just entering business hours.
Uchiha Gen lay on the bed, listening to the indecent sounds next door, and felt terrible.
"Having senses that are too sharp isn't a good thing either. This is like watching porn with no picture. It's pure torture."
Knock, knock, knock!
The knocking interrupted Uchiha Gen's thoughts. He extended his senses and discovered that the person outside was merely an ordinary person.
"Who is it?"
"Hello, guest. The package you ordered has arrived."
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