Sachihiro

"So mother finally went as far as to get me assigned one of the Brothel whores?" Princess Erena says looking me over as I walk into her presence. Her hanger ons snicker at the comment and while others try to appear appalled that the Queen would go so far.

More than one of these 'respectable' young men and women are regulars at the Brothel but their home kingdom is a theocracy in all but name, led primarily by the popular cult of Astrea the goddess of innocence, purity and peace. Most of the country are virgins that believe in no sex before being officially mated, there is no form of polygamy accepted and any appeals for divorce is only granted by the authority of the church.

"I suppose you will expect to be well compensated for these services?" The princess asks patronisingly, finding familiarity and comfort in demeaning me but I can see her nervous lust under the façade.

"The queen mother has made a generous donation to the coffers of the temple, so no your Highness. I am simply a servant of the Brothel that is to act as part of your retinue for the two ten-days you are to be conducting negotiations for establishing permanent diplomatic ties with the leadership of Tiba."

She is instantly alert at my words and in her comfort zone, a princess known for her sharp political and strategic mind but almost hopeless with anything else. Including males in general and sexuality specifically, thus her mother requested she be 'assisted' in her duties by a member of the Brothel who will help make the relevant introductions.

"What do you know of my mission here to Tiba, surely a man of your profession will not know of things beyond the bedroom. Do not presume to speak to me of things beyond your station." She says seriously and I can feel that the two fully armoured guards at her back are getting ready to teach me my place.

I bow at the waist to appease her delicate sensibilities. "Of course your Highness, I am but a humble servant in service of a cause greater than himself and wish to be of great use to furthering your endeavours any way I am qualified to do so." I remain bowed and this seems to appease her some of she enjoys what she considers leaving me to stew in an uncomfortable position.

"Very well, I will partake of your services but only because the Queen Mother has so recommended and paid a steep price for your services I'm sure. Knowing the way the churches like to run thing you are most likely a spy or an assassin as well so I wish only to have you in my presence when you are called for.

"Now leave, you will be escorted to my private chambers where you will await my pleasure. I've heard great and vile things of this Brothel temple of yours, I hope I am not disappointed." She whispers close to my ear, a light sheen of sweat visible on her upper lip from this close.

She is very nervous and embarrassed to be dealing with me in the presence of her peers, servants and guards. She would have preferred I be a guilty pleasure secret she partook in without anyone from home being the wiser. She also feels guilty for her sexual urges due to the upbringing influenced by the White Church Of Purity.

Had I been a secret though I could have later been used against her, I could have been blackmail material for her mother's enemies to use. Now she is being a true diplomat, not taking for granted or being rude enough to disrespect the culture and ways of her host nation by refusing what they all partake in.

The nation of Atopia is still independent enough from the church that though her open association with one of my elk will raise a few eyebrows and be frowned upon by some. It can easily be shrugged of as the business of state, not church which has been pushing to have more authority over state matters.

"As her Highness commands." I say and walk smoothly to the door where a pretty servant with a concealed dagger is already waiting to escort me.

I watch the entire room with my dimensional awareness and I notice a few interesting reactions from individuals thinking they aren't being observed. It's the relief that the princess seems to display for just a moment before schooling herself that convinces me the spoilt princess act is as exhausting to her as it seems.

Mavrin may have had been right when he pointed out how difficult it was to service princesses. Giving them the sexual release necessary whilst also maintaining their mental health and the health of their egos through the whole process.

‎ Princess Erena finally deigns to come to her apartments but she is accompanied by her two companions who also work under her in some capacity. The woman is nervous in my presence and though she finds me attractive it's in a shallow way that only triggers her lust for what she assumes is a pretty face and a big cock.

There is no further attraction, nothing that a person of her personality would find valuable long term and thus just giving her good sex would not satisfy the point of the Queen requesting the Brothel as opposed to any other establishment that has men with magic penises. This woman is definitely a sapiosexual and so I join the small talk the women are having.

Not particularly paying any attention to her or even deferring to her I intellectually oppose some of the points she makes, eloquently giving them a different perspective on an issue to the surprise of all three of the women present and the maid serving the win I notice. The one with the mostly concealed daggers.

"Is that your stance on the issue of why the church keeps pushing for more influence in my home nation?" She asks directly and I smile at her frustration.

"No your Highness, that is not my stance at all but I am simply giving an opposing view in order to assist in portraying a different perspective of the situation. I hope I have not overstepped myself again but I feel I would be remise to not assist you in the full capacity the Queen likely intended for me to be useful."

The two women are looking at me like I've grown an extra nose as the princess ferrows her brow in apparent indecision and annoyance. She is so young, too young to have such worries placed on her shoulders. Worries that affect an entire nation of more than 2 million people,primarily human people and their future.

"Please go on." She finally says and one of the two women Arlena actually sighs as her shoulders relax.

"As a acolyte of a faith myself I have dealt with many zealots of various cults and somewhat understand their mentality. A zealot will always feel like their god or goddess is entitled to more than they are currently getting and it should be worse in Atopia since the nation itself was assisted by the church in its rise to prominence in the international stage."

Even as I see her argument coming on I push past it quickly to get my across. "You cannot deny the power of faith Highness in this world where power shouts so loudly. Though the White Church may not be primarily one of arms they have a warrior sect that could be very dangerous if it is ever directed towards the state." I say and she clamps her mouth quickly.

I am definitely voicing an argument she has already had or a thought she herself has been dreading a while. "But besides that the healing and peace garnered from being dedicated to the White Goddess is legendary amongst the circles of the destitute and down trodden.

"It is no wonder that the church keeps growing and seems to be looking to actually run the people's lives and not just their hearts. And that's were the danger primarily lies because spirits as I've come to know them are not as pure and benevolent as they try to seem even the ones associated with purity and benevolence.

"The White goddess will likely take worship where it comes unless it actually becomes anathema to the Aspect and Law she has chosen for herself. There are numerous examples of this happening in many other cults that branched out to activities that seemed unwholesome or evil but were expedient for providing their deity the power they garner from worshing.

"The god hunters came to prominence for such reasons and disregard of spirits for life and the sustainable future of our worlds."

"The godhunters are a myth." Arlena says quickly and the other women nod to her statement with a self convinced surerity.

"Is that what the White Church has told you of one of the few bodies that curtail the appetites of the faith, that they don't really exist?" I ask with a raised eyebrow and I let them stew on that for a moment. I let even these 'liberal' Atopians realise that they have been influenced by the propaganda of the church so deeply that they think the thoughts originate from within themselves.

"Besides the fact that the church has warriors, with the war in Argenta the population of Atopia is likely to double in the next 10 year from refugees and exiles fleeing or being displaced by the fighting. They won't all go to Atopia of course but with the reputation the church has so many will flee there that it won't matter.

"And the state will not be able to absorb all those people so again the church will step in and provide shelter and food. The coffers of the White Church are said to even contain Stela coins from Atrium an ocean and a continent away."

"What would you suggest to help save my nation from cannibalising itself Mr.... I'm sorry I've been a poor host. What is your name again?"

Now I've got her, she sees me no longer as a servant for her pleasure but as an adviser or even a prominent person that she needs to have on her side in the many trials she has to overcome to safe the future of her people. A potentially useful ally, and that perspective is important.

"Sachihiro, Sachihiro van Damage and I'm afraid I have to retire for the night highness I have had a very busy day. But we have two ten-days together and I'm sure we will keep each other up with such discussions at all hours of the night and day." I stand and bow to her respectful before standing to face the maid.

"I place myself in your care lovely lady in finding appropriate lodging for the duration of my stay in her Highness's retinue." I say to the servant trying hard not to grin at me.

She looks at her mistress who nods and I'm led off to an almost adjacent set of rooms that clearly weren't prepared for anyone's occupation. "I will get a chamber maid to prepare this room in a moment." She says and is off.

That's a mission accomplished I think with a sigh and fall into the sofa by the unlit fireplace. I've seduced her with intelligence, now to get her into bed and free from her burdens, I don't say this to myself enough but I really like my job.