Then there was the pair of tiny antlers on her smooth forehead. They did not look out of place at all; instead, they gave her an unusual, alluring charm.
Lu Mian? A slumbering deer? An animal-eared girl?
Qian Chongling sucked in a breath. That Illusory Dream Douluo, Ye Mengwei, really knew how to play!
The madam, who had been standing on the raised platform all along, warmly addressed the crowd below. "Today is our dear Mianmian's debut night. I wonder which young master will have the pleasure of enjoying her company tonight?"
"As usual, let our Mianmian play a piece for you first."
Every month, the Rouge Pavilion held a debut for its finest courtesan of that month, either in the Star Luo Empire or the Heaven Dou Empire. In other words, there were only twelve such occasions a year across the entire continent.
The ten highest bidders present would then advance to the next round, after which the courtesan herself would choose the man she would serve that night. From then on, she would serve only him; at all other times, she would sell her art, not her body.
To put it bluntly, they were using scarcity marketing, coupled with the competitive vanity of wealthy nobles. Nothing mattered more to these nobles than saving face.
After all, what if someone said that some duke or marquis sounded impressive, yet could not even win over a courtesan? How humiliating.
These men certainly could not stomach such mockery.
By now, the hall was filled with the rising and falling sounds of countless men panting. In their excitement, they drew great, heaving breaths, unable to bear taking their eyes off Lu Mian for even a moment.
After stepping out, Lu Mian gracefully bowed to everyone before slowly taking her seat. Someone beside