Regular Customer?

"Oh? How so?" Chen Mo pricked up his ears.

"All the women in this brothel are Courtesans. They sell their talents, not their bodies," Fang Risuo said with a smile.

"Uh..."

Selling talents but not their bodies—how was that any different from stripping without going all the way?

Besides, as far as Chen Mo knew, so-called Courtesans merely draped a thin veil of talent over their desires. Once they truly piqued a customer's interest, those talents no longer held any value.

To put it plainly, it all depended on whether your offer was high enough.

"Brother Fang, you and I are both married men. How can we visit such a vulgar place of pleasure? Improper, very improper." Chen Mo spoke honestly. He truly had no interest in it.

How beautiful could the women in a brothel possibly be?

Since they had fallen so far as to end up in a brothel, it was obvious that their backgrounds were exceedingly ordinary.

In Yu Xiaoxiao's words, they were nothing but gaudily powdered women, incapable of stirring Chen Mo's interest.

Besides, Yu Xiaoxiao and Nangong Jinse were right beside him. If he went to a brothel in front of them, what would they think?

Are we not as good as the women in a brothel?

Yu Xiaoxiao would probably explode.

I brought the entire Merfolk Race to keep you company, and you want to go to a brothel?

"We're only going to listen to some music. It's nothing," Fang Risuo said.

"Miss Lin Yi allows Brother Fang to go too?" Chen Mo looked at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi smiled. "We're only listening to music."

"..."

"Miss Lin Yi is truly generous." Chen Mo's mouth twitched slightly.

"Improper, improper." Chen Mo still refused.

"We're only going to listen to music. We won't lose anything.