Girls gathered around a closed door, as loud moans and gasps came from inside. They all giggled and whispered to one another, eager to know what was going on.

"How many is that today for her?" One asked, her cheeks flushed from slight embarrassment.

"I think this one makes twenty!" Another answered, making the group of girls gasp in surprise. The discussion among them grew more heated, as the lewd noises from inside ensued.

"How long do you think it's going to take her?" A younger girl inquired, shifting uncomfortably. Everyone looked at her, and shrugged.

"Sometimes she does it quick, other times she has them in there for hours!!"

"Alright girls, get back to work!" A man announced, the girls quickly getting up and shuffling away, giggling and waving their little silk gowns seductively at him. He strode over to the door, and leaned against it, chuckling to himself.

"She's the best woman in this brothel." He murmured, slowly walking away, trying to calculate how much money he was going to get this time.

Inside the room, a woman with electric blue hair was bent over on her hands and knees, being rammed into by a man of maybe twenty-five. Her moans were loud, and sensual, causing him to thrust faster, and harder into her.

"F-fuck." The man gasped, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulling her upwards.

"You feeling good, master?" She purred, rotating her hips and pushing herself further onto his erect cock. His body trembled as she did so, and the grip on her hair tightened.

"Very m-much so." He growled, biting her shoulder and neck, causing her to tense up. The man slammed her down into the bed, thrusting long and hard into the woman. "A-ah, I'm going to cum." He gasped, leaning over the woman, and letting out a elongated moan. The woman shivered as she felt him fill her up. After a few moments, he rolled off her, and onto the floor.

She laughed softly, as she wrapped herself up in the silk linens and smirked.

"That'll be 1,456 coins, please." She said as he stood up, struggling to get his pants on.

"1,456?!" He shouted incredulously. "For a whore like you?! I'll pass, I could easily spend that much on three of the other whore's in this brothel."

The woman stood up, still smiling innocently. "Sir, the price for having me is 1,456. I added extra cause I let you cum inside me. But if you don't pay, I don't think you'll ever be coming back."

"Huh, that's fine with me." he grumbled, buttoning up his shirt. The woman's smile faded, and her eyes narrowed. Slowly, she let the linens fall to the ground, but that just made the man scoff.

"What're you gonna do? Suck my dick to try and persuade me to pay?" He inquired, dangling his coin bag in front of her face. "I don't think so." He shoved it in his pocket, and laughed.

"No." With the quickness of lightening, the woman stabbed the mad in his chest, and ripped out his heart. He gasps were bubbled as he looked down at the hole in his chest. The woman took a bite of his heart, and moaned at the taste of it.

"I'll take your money, and your heart, sir. This is why, you don't mess with a succubus~." She pushed him over, and on the floor of a brothel room, is where he died, blood pooling underneath him. The woman walked out of the room, coin bag in one hand, and a heart in another.

"Here, Erik," She tossed the coin-bag to the brothel owner, Erik. "I'm sure he has more in his bag, but that was on his person, and oh," She paused, taking another bite of the human heart. "You're gonna need to clean up in there."

"Morgan, did you kill another one?!" Erik inquired, groaning softly.

"Hey, he refused to pay!!" She countered, waving the heart at Erik. He nodded, mumbling something under his breath.

"Okay, okay, go get yourself cleaned up, and finish your snack, you never know when someone will want you."

"Someone always wants me."