Shataya bent forward slightly and knelt on the floor, respectfully helping Davion remove his dust-covered boots.
After so much time on the road, Davion's feet inevitably smelled a little, but Shataya's expression never changed. She remained respectful, showing not the slightest disgust.
Davion nodded inwardly.
With a flick of his wrist, thirty gleaming gold dragons appeared in his palm.
Before setting out, he had put the gold dragons he had brought into his game inventory, allowing him to take them out whenever he needed them.
Davion casually slipped two gold dragons into Shataya's bosom. The cold coins against her skin made her tremble slightly, and then undisguised delight appeared on her face.
He placed the remaining gold dragons in Shataya's hands.
"Go get some hot water first. I want a bath."
Holding the weighty gold dragons, Shataya felt immensely pleased with herself. As she had thought, her eye had not failed her: this was a generous young master.
She quickly replied respectfully:
"Of course, young master. Have some wine and pastries and rest for a while. I'll arrange for the girls to come help you bathe right away."
Watching Shataya's respectful manner, Davion thought:
Damn, an upscale establishment really is different. Such attentive service-it's every bit as good as those so-called 'southern, northeastern, and Chang' places in my previous life.
He waved a hand, signaling for Shataya to leave.
Shataya bowed slightly and carefully closed the door.
Davion took off his longsword and pack, stripped naked, and walked over to the dining table in the corner of the room.
On the table stood a bottle of fine wine, along with several plates of delicate candied fruit and pastries.
He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip, pairing it with some sweet, soft candied fruit. Much of the fatigue from his days of travel faded.
Before long, a soft knock came at the door.
"Come in," Davion said, his voice a little languid.
The door opened, and five beautiful women with graceful figures, dressed in gauze as thin as cicada wings, slowly entered in a line, carrying wooden buckets filled with hot water.
With gentle movements, they poured the hot water from their buckets into the large bathtub in the middle of the room, one after another.
Shataya came in last, carrying a basin of milk, which she slowly poured into the tub. Then she took a handful of fresh petals from a basket beside her and scattered them over the water, making the fragrance even richer.
Shataya walked over to Davion with a suggestive smile.
"Young Master Davion, since this is your first visit, I've specially chosen five of our establishment's finest treasures. See which one you like."
As she spoke, she motioned for the five beautiful girls to stand in a row before Davion.
Shataya walked over to the first girl, who was tall and dark-skinned, and introduced her:
"Young Master Davion, this is my daughter, Alayaya."
Alayaya was slightly shorter than her mother. She wore a loose, transparent silk garment, with a sash of colorful beads around her waist outlining its slender shape.
She had inherited Shataya's delicate looks, but without such pronounced Black features. Her features were small and refined.
Most striking of all were her disproportionately long legs, which drew the eye.
Davion nodded slightly.
Shataya continued the introductions, pointing to the other four girls in turn:
"This is Daenys. She's voluptuous, gentle, and considerate."
"This is Tilly. She has fair skin and a baby face. Very cute."
"This is Mary, from Volantis. She has enchanting green eyes, porcelain-white skin, and long silver hair."
"And the last is Dornish. She's petite, with healthy, wheat-colored skin, passionate and uninhibited."
Each girl stepped forward as she was introduced.
One would slowly turn before Davion to display her figure, while another would plant a soft, warm kiss on his cheek.
Surrounded by such tenderness, Davion enjoyed it immensely, and a contented smile appeared on his face.
Watching his expression, Shataya asked with a smile, "Young Master Davion, who would you like to keep you company?"
Davion slowly raised his hand, then clenched it tightly into a fist.
"I want them all!"
A suggestive smile appeared on Shataya's face, as though she had expected this all along.
She bowed slightly.
"Of course, young master. Have a pleasant night."
With that, Shataya turned to leave the room, giving Davion and the girls some space.
Just then, Davion spoke again, repeating himself clearly with greater emphasis:
"I said, I want them all!"
Shataya stopped abruptly, the smile on her face freezing for an instant.
In the next moment, she put on that utterly seductive smile again, turning back to Davion with a curtsy and a bow of her head.
"Understood, Young Master Davion! I'll just go downstairs to leave some instructions, then come right back to keep you company!"
Shataya thought to herself:
The boy looks so inexperienced, with a trace of childishness still lingering in his face. Surely he won't last long. It's only a passing whim.
But she never imagined that keeping him company would last the entire night.
At noon the next day, warm sunlight spilled over the large, soft, satin-covered bed.
Davion slowly opened his eyes, a faint fragrance of flowers and a girl's body lingering around his nose.
His head rested on a girl's flat, soft belly, and several slender, pale, long legs were draped over him.
He stretched, casually eased the legs off his body, then rolled over and nimbly got out of bed.
He moved his limbs, his bones making faint cracking sounds.
Last night's indulgence had not drained his strength. Instead, it had rid him of all his fatigue.
Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and Shataya entered carrying a bucket of hot water.
She had changed into a simple, elegant dark silk dress.
Looking up, she saw Davion stretching in front of the window. Sunlight fell on his naked body, outlining his full, powerful muscles, sharply defined and brimming with strength.
Hearing her enter, Davion raised his chin toward Shataya with a warm smile.
"Good morning, madam."
Shataya's gaze lingered on his body for a moment.
Then she silently spat to herself, though a barely perceptible flicker of admiration crossed her eyes.
She gave Davion a reproachful look.
"You're finally awake, Young Master Davion. Come wash up. I've already prepared your hot water."
Davion walked over with a smile. Before Shataya could react, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed her down into a crouch.
"You worked hard all night, madam. How could I let you do all the work alone?"
"We should wash together and have a good rest."
Half an hour later, Shataya had lunch ready.
She also woke the five girls still sleeping soundly on the bed, gave them a few quiet instructions, and sent them out.
After so many years as a brothel keeper, Shataya's greatest skill was maintaining the right distance from her guests.
She could neither be too distant and lose their favor nor too familiar and break her own rules.
Only by knowing when to stop could she keep these noble guests coming back for years.
Davion sat at the dining table, quietly enjoying his lunch.
His movements were casual and unrestrained, without any of the elaborate etiquette of a noble's table. He held roast chicken in his left hand and a wine cup in his right, taking large bites of meat and great gulps of wine.
Yet he did not seem crude in the slightest. An innate dignity and presence accompanied his every movement.
Shataya sat beside him, personally pouring his wine and serving his food. Her gaze kept returning to Davion, the curiosity in her eyes growing stronger.
She truly could not reconcile this composed, elegant youth before her, radiating noble bearing,
with the man from last night, as wild as a dragon out of control.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Shataya asked:
"Young Master Davion, coming to King's Landing at a time like this, I assume you're here for the king's Hand's Tourney?"
Chewing roast meat, Davion looked up at her words and nodded frankly.
"That's right. I'm here for this Hand's Tourney.
"I hear the champion's purse is very generous this time. My House Whent hasn't been doing well lately, and we need that money to keep things going. Naturally, I had to come try my luck."
He spoke of his house's financial difficulties in an even tone, without concealing anything.
His composure and candor startled Shataya all the more.
Shataya could not help laughing, her eyes sweeping suggestively over Davion's body.
"With such a strong body, Young Master Davion, I'm sure you'll put on a splendid performance at the Hand's Tourney and place well!"
Davion raised his eyes and glanced at Shataya with the hint of a smile.
"Surely you don't think handling six women took all my strength, madam?"
Shataya's smile stiffened, then she laughed again.
She knew that all too well! If the six of them had not begged for mercy together last night, they would probably still be lying in bed, unable to move.
Dropping her teasing tone, she looked at Davion seriously and asked:
"By the way, Young Master Davion, if you're here for the Hand's Tourney, why didn't you bring any armor?"
"That little bundle you brought looked so light. It certainly didn't look as though it held armor."
At her words, Davion put down his knife and fork.
"I was just about to ask you about that."
"Where can I find the best smith in King's Landing?"
"I need them to make me a suit of armor that fits."
"If you want the best smith in King's Landing, that would be Tobho Mott's smithy."
"His family have been smiths for generations, and his craftsmanship is superb. The armor he makes is not only strong and durable, but beautifully designed as well. Many of King's Landing's noble knights have him make their armor."
"His shop is on the Street of Steel. Just go there and look for the largest storefront. That's Tobho Mott's shop."
Davion raised an eyebrow, looking satisfied, then picked up the napkin beside him and casually wiped his mouth and hands.
Then he stood, fastened the longsword hanging nearby to his waist, and turned to leave.
He pushed open the door, but stopped just as he stepped outside.
The five girls from last night were standing quietly in the corridor, looking a little ill at ease.
In the middle stood the girl from Volantis with green eyes and long silver hair.
Davion had forgotten her name.
She was holding a handful of Silver Stags.
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