"Master, go and see!"

Arnold egged.

The other barbarians also looked hopeful, they had not yet enjoyed the night view of the big city when they came to the mainland from Northland Iceland to survive, and Downton gave them a good salary, and they were not short of money in their pockets, so they were eager to try.

"Go ahead!"

Downton is empathetic.

"You're not going?" Arnold frowned, "Then I'll stay with the First Guard to protect you!"

"No, you have a holiday today, let's all go play!"

Of course Downton wants to go, but he wants to travel alone, no way, his skin is too thin, and he and a group of subordinates go to a nightclub to see the ~ clothes dance, and he still can't do it.

"No way!"

Arnold refused.

"Go, do you think you can help in the event of a sneak attack?" Downton waved his hand, turned and entered the room, and when the barbarians outside had quarreled and the sound had died down, he ran to the window.

Not to mention that Downton can dance in the air, it is purely based on the flesh ~ body, and it is not a problem to jump off the five-story building.

"Why are you going to do this?"

Homer is puzzled, in a continent where the semi-slave and semi-feudal system is the mainstream, let alone watching a strip~shirt dance, it is a blatant recruitment~ prostitute, and no one cares.

"Don't use your filthy thoughts to defile my pure heart, I'm here to take materials, yes, use these stories to create and criticize this society and system!"

Downton runs like a night cat in the middle of the night, light and elegant.

"Hey, you definitely just thought of it!"

Homer didn't believe it.

"Do you still want to call on the society to pay more attention to prostitutes~women?" the cheap god laughed, "This world is like this, if you want to live, if you want to live better, you can only rely on yourself!"

"Shall we stop discussing such heavy issues? I am not in the mood to watch the dance!" Downton rolled his eyes and stopped a carriage. Jumped up, "Go to Crazy Horse Nightclub!"

"Twelve silver coins!" the coachman reminded Downton with a lewd smile, "it seems that the gentleman is a good player, but he must bring enough gold." The dancers there are very expensive, and they cost 300 gold coins a night to bring them out, which is more than the carriage I pulled for a month!"

Downton casually perfunctory, admiring the night view of Paris.

On both sides of the neat and wide street are magic stone street lamps every other section, exuding a dim yellow halo, revealing a ** atmosphere.

The city is lazy and charming, like a young woman sleeping in the spring of a begonia, and everywhere exudes a seductive style!

"Sir, it's here!"

The driver opened the door. As soon as Downton jumped down, he noticed a dozen lines of sight cast at him, looking at him.

Bite!

Downton popped out a gold coin, "No need to look for it!"

"Thank you, sir, for the tip!" the coachman nodded, walked a few quick steps, and chased after Downton, "What time do you come out, I'll pick you up later." No charge!"

The coachman was a discerning, generous guest like this Downton. Naturally, he wanted to stammer, and he could see that the other party was a foreigner, and if he could serve him during his time in Paris, he might be able to make a fortune.

"No need!"

Downton doesn't know when it's coming out.

"Alright then!" said the coachman, slightly disappointed, but had already made up his mind to pull a few more guests. Just come here and wait, "By the way, you don't have to worry, those are all standing ~ street girls, if you fancy which one you want to take away." Just look at their work badges, which are issued by the government, and if you wear them, you will prove that you are in good health!"

"Huh?"

Downton was stunned, he didn't expect the government to even control prostitutes ~ women so strictly.

"Those dark ~ prostitutes are cheap, but they are not safe, if they are caught by the security team, they will have to pay a large fine, by the way, these women, up to twenty gold coins a night, can play any tricks, no matter how expensive, they will be pitted. ”

Because of Downton's generosity, the coachman took the trouble to introduce him, eager to get the favor of the other party.

"Got it, I'm not looking for women!"

Downton waved his hand and crossed the street.

The station ~ street girls originally wanted to come up to pick up customers, but after seeing that Downton's target was Crazy Horse nightclub, they stopped and dispersed, and those fierce bodyguards would not let them interfere with the nightclub's business, but it didn't matter if the guests came out.

After those men enjoy the song and dance, they can't call the dancers, so they will come out to find the station ~ street girl to solve the problem, which is why there are many women gathered here.

Don't look at just standing here, they have to pay a total of more than 30 gold coins every month, including the taxes collected by the sheriff, the protection ~ fee of the brotherhood, and the gold coins for the nightclub bodyguards, and sometimes they have to sleep with them, otherwise they will be blown away.

The world of standing ~ street girls is also cruel, and it is not possible to make money by opening your legs.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

As Downton was about to walk up the steps, a young girl with a basket of flowers, about fifteen or sixteen years old, came running up, and her nose was red because of her thin clothes and the fact that she had been freezing all night.

This job of selling flowers is usually done by girls, so they are also called camellias.

"Sir, buy one, your lady will be very happy to see the flowers you brought!"

Seeing that Downton didn't drive himself away as rudely as other passers-by, Margaret continued to make persistent efforts and sold very quickly.

"Sir, are you in trouble?"

A bodyguard walked down the steps and glared at Margaret viciously, these Camellia girls are all from poor families, and sometimes they work part-time as prostitutes ~ women in order to make a living.

Margaret was very innocent, and the bodyguards were worried that she would take the guests away, so they came out to chase him.

"Well, give me one!"

Downton didn't want to do much, so he dug into his pocket, and found that there were no gold coins, so he took out his wallet, drew a golden ticket and handed it to Margaret.

"Sir, do you want roses? I went to the river early this morning to pick them up, and they are very bright, and they only cost ten copper plates each!"

Margaret sold a flower and was very happy, so that her brother would have an extra piece of bread for breakfast tomorrow, but when she saw the golden ticket with a denomination of one hundred gold coins handed out by Downton, her little face became bitter.

"Sir, I can't find it. Why don't you wait, I'll go to the perfume shop next door and see if I can find one?"

Margaret pleaded that she didn't want to let the deal fall through because she didn't have enough change.

"No need to look for it!"

Downton casually stuffed the gold coin to Margaret, took the rose, and walked to the nightclub.

"Huh, sir!"

Margaret chased a few steps before being blocked by bodyguards. This guy stared at the golden ticket in the hand of the Camellia Woman, his eyes were greedy, a hundred gold coins, but he had two months' salary.

"Don't use your brains, or I'll let you die a miserable death!"

Downton's soul coercion locked onto the bodyguard, and immediately made him beat a spirit, and lost a smile.

Several nearby stations~ The street girl saw this scene, her eyes were red with jealousy, and she secretly swore an oath. Be sure to eat this big fat sheep tonight.

Crazy Horse is one of the most luxurious gold grottoes in Paris, with a ticket costing 500 gold coins, not counting drinks and fruits.

As soon as Downton stepped into the hall, he felt a wave of warm air rushing to his face, mixed with the smell of wine and fat powder, coupled with the light of colorful chandeliers, which suddenly created a ** atmosphere.

Deafening music roared as dancers led the way on the high platform ahead. The men and women on the dance floor were also writhing wildly.

This is the break in the cabaret show, next. It's going to get into the main play.

Downton found a seat at the bar, and was immediately greeted by a bartender.

"Whiskey!"

Downton named a liquor, which drew chuckles from the women next to him.

"Haha, it's the first time I've come to the bun!"

"Do you want to tease him?"

"But he's really handsome!"

Whispers came from the halls, except for the guests. There are also some prostitutes ~ women who belong to nightclubs, and all they have to do is to try their best to empty the money bags of their customers.

"I don't like this kind of place!"

Downton took a sip of wine, and his brows furrowed, and the chaotic atmosphere was uncomfortable.

"Sir. Alone?"

A woman dressed in a violent ~ show sat next to her, cocking Erlang's legs, because of this action, the short skirt that could only cover the buttocks slipped up, revealing the edge of the suspenders, and even the underwear could be seen.

"I'm sorry, I want to be quiet!"

Downton outright refused.

"Don't care, with me, you won't be lonely soon. ”

The woman looked at Downton with silky eyes, touched his thigh with her left hand, and slowly moved upward.

"I'm talking quietly, it's a woman!" Downton slapped the woman's hand away, "Do you want my girlfriend to break up with me?"

"Huh?" the woman was dumbfounded, "didn't you say you wanted to be quiet?"

Downton looked away and ignored him!

Burst!

There was a chuckle from the side, and Downton turned his head to see that it was a good-looking boy, wearing a painter's hat, a wide white shirt with some stains, apparently left over from eating, and a pair of blue overalls.

He sat there, with a heavily worn picture folder in front of him, with a stack of parchment paper inside, and beside it, an inkwell.

"Male?"

Downton asks Homer, because he can't tell male or female by his voice alone, and the contours of his face are soft, very neutral, and more importantly, his chest is flat.

"It's a woman!"

Homer answered in the affirmative.

"Wouldn't it?" Downton didn't believe it, "what are women doing here?"

"How do I know?"

Homer wanted to roll her eyes.

The unisex girl seemed to have thought of something, and immediately dipped her pen in ink and began to write with excitement on her face!

In a few minutes, the girl looked up, gave Downton a thumbs up, and made a lip shape, apparently admiring the 'I want to be quiet' idea.

"Writers?"

Downton nodded, the corners of his mouth twitched a little, and his eyesight was good, and he could see that the girl was taking notes and writing the names of some characters.

Probably noticing Downton's gaze, the girl suddenly spread her hands and lay on the table, covering what was written, as if she was worried about being seen by him.

Downton shrugged his shoulders and by this time the music was over, the men and women left the dance floor, and the host walked onto the stage and announced the start of the show. (To be continued......)