A Random in Re:Zero

Loop 3 - Part 16

"Is this normal? I have no idea what people do in this place."

"The women who work here help the men de-stress, so to speak. The process can be a bit... shocking for them: that's why they mo— scream."

I managed to give a factual explanation, but without the specific details that would put me in Puck's crosshairs. However, Emilia wouldn't let me go that easily.

"That sounds very altruistic! How exactly do they do it?"

"We have little time now, so we should focus on what's important."

Ignoring Emilia's innocent curiosity, I entered the brothel with my heart slightly racing from the nervousness of the whole situation.

The first room had a counter with a mature woman who appeared to be the receptionist or madam. Near her, there was a large door guarded by two men.

"Welcome to our establishment." The woman greeted me, looking at me with a fake smile and raising her eyebrows slightly at Emilia, who was protected by her robes. "What kind of service would you like?"

I placed some holy coins in front of her.

"I want all your girls, how about ten minutes with each one?"

"What? Are you serious?" She blinked several times. "Well, as long as you pay, you can do whatever you want (except maim or murder our staff)."

"Understood."

"The payment only covers your consumption, not that of your companion. If you want to bring her with you, you'll have to pay for her as well."

"She's just there for my protection."

"In that case, you can pay a minimal fee, but she must stay out of your activities or we'll have to kick you both out."

I nodded quickly. The woman smiled and looked for a list with what appeared to be names and times.

"I need a name to complete the client registration and consider you for a special discount if you decide to use our services again. You can give me an alias if you prefer."

I definitely couldn't take this seriously. This was the perfect time for mischief.

"I'll be Mr. Sex."

Hearing my answer, the receptionist made an uncomfortable expression.

"Are you sure? That's a bit presumptuous..."

"Well, that's the point."

She sighed in surrender and wrote my details in the notebook.

"It's done. Enjoy your time, Mr. Sex."

The prostitutes seemed quite confused when I explained that I wasn't asking for sexual favors, but rather a brief interview about their previous workday, specifically the night before. However, they all happily accepted, not having to use their bodies.

I interviewed several girls, but none of them knew anything about the object I described (the revolver). However, the girls did remember some men causing an incident last night, but they were all busy with their own clients, so they didn't see anything.

I racked my brains trying to come up with a clue. When I was interviewing the last girl, I suddenly had a brainwave.

"Are any of your colleagues from yesterday not here today?"

"Umm, it's complicated... I don't remember it well, you know?"

"Maybe this will jog your memory." I rolled my eyes, but offered her a gold coin.