Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

Note: I personally took a break to made proper adjustments to the story line and future prospects. From tomorrow onwards you will get some better updates and more chapter releases.

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The Skull Tower stood as a monolith against the backdrop of the night, its dark structure piercing the heavens. Its very name evoked a sense of foreboding, and the chilling stories that surrounded it were whispered in hushed tones. Amidst this, Das found himself in the enigmatic embrace of the tower, drawn into its secrets.

Eden, the enigmatic head of the Skull organisation, led the way. Her heels clicked against the cold, obsidian floors, the sound echoing eerily in the vastness of the tower. With each floor they ascended, the weight of the tower's legacy seemed to cast an impression on Das. The air grew heavier, filled with the haunting melodies of memories long forgotten.

As they reached the pinnacle, Eden halted, her silhouette framed by the dim light filtering through the ornate windows. Without a word, her gaze directed him to a door, its surface etched with arcane symbols that shimmered mysteriously. And then, as silently as she had brought him here, Eden retreated, leaving Das alone with the looming threshold.

Taking a deep breath, Das pushed the door open. Darkness enveloped him, so thick it seemed almost tangible. But in the inky blackness, a faint violet glow beckoned him. Drawn to it, Das moved with cautious steps, the quiet around him so profound it seemed to hum in his ears. As he did not activated the special vision, he only observed the dark surroundings without much alert. Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

As he neared the source of the light, a sense of unease settled in his gut. The dimly lit violet lamp revealed a sight that made his heart race. Mere feet from him, bathed in the soft glow, Eden's blind sister was deep in a ritual, her fingers dancing gracefully over a pattern of symbols that seemed to shift and sway of their own accord.

Around her, ethereal wisps of smoke rose, twirling and intertwining, forming ghostly patterns in the air. The scent — a mix of incense and something he couldn't place — made his head spin. The silence was broken only by her soft, lilting chants, the rhythm of which seemed older than time itself.

Das stood rooted to the spot, realisation dawning on him. He hadn't employed his special vision, a lapse that now rendered him vulnerable to the mystique of the ritual before him. The eerie beauty of the scene, combined with the chilling atmosphere of the tower, held him captive.

As the ritual progressed, the energy in the room intensified. Das could feel the very air vibrating, the boundaries between reality and the ethereal blurring. The blind seeress seemed to be calling on forces ancient and powerful, her voice resonating with a haunting beauty.

Frozen in place, Das could only watch as the ritual reached its climax. The power in the room reached a crescendo, and then, as suddenly as it had begun, everything went still. The blind sister slowly lifted her face in his direction, her sightless eyes somehow seeing straight into his soul.

And in that moment, amidst the lingering smoke and the echoing chants, Das realised he had stepped into a world far beyond his understanding, a world where ancient powers and present realities intertwined in a dance as old as time.

But suddenly that ethereal feeling disappeared as his brain saw another shocking thing. Eden's blind sister, who just finished a ritual is completely nude. There is no single thread of fibre on her bare body.

Her snow white skin glow violet in that lamp shade. Das tried to close his eyes and turn aside. But the evil glow on her body is attracting his eyes more and more. For a second, he thought his will is bending before the naked attraction.

"You… you… Why you…!!!!" Das tried to voice his questions. But his throat got stuck because of the vision before him.

"Sit down. You don't need to fear me." Eden's blind sister said in a soft tone.

But what she don't know was, Das is not fearing her... but his will which is uncontrollable at this moment.

Just as Das sat opposite to her and his gaze lingered on the emerald green colour signs in between her snow white mountains, she blow out the violet colour light stood in between them.

Amid the haunting ambiance of the isolated chamber atop the Skull Tower, the room was suddenly plunged into deeper darkness as Eden's blind sister blew out the violet-coloured lamp. The luminous orb's glow extinguished, leaving an impenetrable obsidian void. Only the faint echoes of the recent ritual remained, playing tricks on Das's senses.

However, almost reflexively, Das's special vision kicked in, bathing the room in a light unseen to ordinary eyes. The once obscure chamber was now revealed in all its arcane splendour. Intricate patterns and symbols were etched across the walls, their meanings hidden but their intent palpably powerful.

Mystical artifacts, which moments before had been invisible in the gloom, now shimmered with a soft, ethereal luminescence.

In the centre of this revelation was Eden's sister. Even without the use of ordinary sight, she emanated a captivating allure. Her features, though delicate, bore the weight of knowledge and secrets from realms unknown. Her blind eyes, which had seen more than most would in several lifetimes, now seemed to fixate on Das, discerning his very essence.

"Why is your heart still beating faster? Is there another light source in this room?" Her voice, though gentle, held an undertone of curiosity and an almost unnerving perceptiveness.

Stumbling over his words and still entranced by the newfound details on her naked body which his vision had unveiled, Das managed, "No... nooo... I'm just nervous."

She tilted her head slightly, as if sensing the spectral light that his special vision provided. "You're different," she whispered, a hint of amusement and intrigue in her tone. "But fear not, for in this chamber, darkness and light are but two sides of the same coin."

Das, caught in the mesh of the enigma that was Eden's sister and the mysteries of her divination techniques, stood rooted. With every passing moment, the boundaries between the seen and the unseen, the known and the unknown, seemed to blur, drawing him deeper into the heart of the enigma.

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Note: Expect some unexpected scenes in next chapters.

Your's lovingly,

PeterPan :-)