"Sir, please take a seat. Daniela is getting dressed and will be here shortly!"
"Mm."
The madam respectfully closed the door, her face full of smiles.
No wonder—Carson Flores had given far too much.
Let alone having Daniela, the oiran, accompany him for one night; it was enough to buy her outright.
"Go, remind that girl Daniela to properly serve the guest. If he shows even the slightest dissatisfaction, I'll have her hide!"
She paused, then called back the maid: "Forget it, this matter is best handled personally by me!"
Inside the room, Carson stood by the window, leaning against the railing and gazing outward.
As expected of the oiran's residence: a standalone building that offered serenity amidst the bustle. Though it wasn't large, nestled in the marketplace, it was peaceful and quiet.
"Not bad, much more comfortable than a stay at an inn."
Soon, a table of food and wine was served, though the oiran named Daniela still hadn't arrived.
