Chapter 500

Inside the brothel, the singing and dancing never ceased, accompanied by the constant, mingling sounds of laughter. It wasn't nearly as lively during the day, but as evening descended, the atmosphere shifted completely. Gaga had stayed from daybreak until nightfall. Of the brothel’s ten star performers, he had summoned six. He sat at the table like a lord, served with fine wine and choice meats, while the young women massaged his shoulders and fed him grapes one by one. The women in this brothel were truly professionals; they were leagues better than the girls at the clubs he knew. Every brothel here seemed to have a comprehensive, professional training system. As for what that process entailed, Gaga didn't know, nor did he care to find out. As long as he was pampered and comfortable, what did it matter? He focused solely on enjoying himself and left everything else to the women.