Although Aiyiluo is the capital of sex, there are many women and beauties.
But this city isn't all about that side of the business.
In life, food, clothing, housing and transportation are inevitable. If a city has hundreds of thousands of people, it will definitely not be able to support it if it does not have sufficient basic supporting facilities.
The reason why it is called Sex City is because there are many prostitutes here, and the tax revenue contributed by the entire industry is about 40% of the total periodic tax revenue of the entire city.
And for a city like this that focuses on the service industry, there are so many dark sides that are unavoidable.
It's just that in order to attract more customers, the underworld, gangs and the like here will be very careful about what they do, and try to cover up as much as possible to prevent the things they do from appearing in the sun.
This is their own instinctive choice and the request of the lord of this city.
So... although there are many gangs here, they are quite hidden. Finding the key figures is more troublesome than in other cities.
Roland doesn't know much about intelligence gathering skills, but he has the ability to make money, which is quite useful.
Two silver coins were pressed lightly on the table.
The bartending boss looked around and saw that no one was seeing him. He stretched out his hand and with a swipe, the two silver coins disappeared.
"This friend is really generous. If you have anything to ask, just ask."
The boss didn't look at Roland, he only mixed drinks and spoke slowly in a low voice.
It was quite noisy in the tavern, and his voice couldn't reach the two of them.
"I want to find Dwayne Johnson."
The boss's hand shook and he almost spilled his wine.
"Your Excellency, wait for me at the back door."
Roland got up and went to the back door.
There was a big tree at the back door of the tavern. Roland leaned against the trunk and waited for a while before the boss slowly walked over.
"Sir, the name Dwayne Johnson is not something you can ask around in the city."
Roland popped out another silver coin.
The boss subconsciously answered, his expression in the darkness seemed a little hesitant.
"You took three silver coins from me. If you don't tell me some news, it won't be justified."
Roland clicked the dagger on his waist.
Ordinary professionals are not afraid of a lame-looking thief like Roland, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he is still no different from a villain.
The boss hesitated for a while and said, "I don't know where Dwayne Johnson is. He has many enemies and he often changes places to sleep and rest."
Roland waited quietly, knowing that his boss still had something to say.
"But I know something that few people know." The boss took two steps forward and lowered his voice: "There is a very popular technical staff member in the Forest Deer named Dorothy. She is very beautiful and attractive. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson is her regular customer. He will probably visit once every three or four days, so you can go and keep an eye on her."
"Thank you." Roland patted the other party's shoulder.
Forest Deer is a... very high-end nightclub. Roland saw it while looking for a hotel.
The biggest sign in the city and the largest number of people at the door.
Stepping on the red carpet, Roland entered this building that looked like a small palace.
It can be said that the decoration and furniture of the Royal Palace of Hollevin are not as beautiful and valuable as this place.
There was a shiny wooden floor, large candles were burning on the walls, and bunches of crystals were hammered down on the ceiling, reflecting colorful light.
The herringbone staircase in the middle guides guests to the floors on the left and right. Many girls or women are happily choosing their guests on the second floor.
Then they went into some rooms.
The air here smells of spices.
It's strong, but not pungent.
I guess it's the best, otherwise it wouldn't have such a comfortable taste.
Just looking at the facade, you can tell how luxurious this nightclub is.
Drifters spend a lot of money here night after night, and then leave refreshed the next day.
Drifters are poor homeless people. Their fate is to drift from one bed to another.
As soon as Roland stepped here, someone came to greet him.
She is a woman with a pretty good figure, but her face is average. Of course, if she had a good figure and a beautiful person, she would not be working at the front desk, but should be waiting for guests in her own room.
"This guest, we cannot cover our faces here."
The woman leaned against Roland and said with a smile.
Roland took out a gold coin and stuffed it into her hand: "Look carefully, I'm not masked."
Looking at the gold coins in her hand, the woman smiled coquettishly: "Indeed, guest, you are not masked. I wonder if you want to chat with that girl?"
"Can we just chat?"
"What do you think?" The voice sounded teasing as if you were asking questions knowingly.
"I heard that there is a lady named Dorothy who is quite good at helping men solve their problems."
"Hahaha, this guest has such good taste." The woman hugged Roland's arm and led him upstairs: "She is the best woman in our forest deer, and also the best in the city."
"Does she have time?"
"Of course."
While they were talking, the two of them had already reached the second floor and were heading to the third floor.
"Shouldn't the most popular girl be the hardest to see? I don't need to make an appointment?"
"Guest, have you ever seen a real celebrity?" The girl explained with a smile: "The more famous you are, the more leisure you have, because only big shots like you are qualified to chat with her. Ordinary men can't even talk to her." Even looking at her is a luxury.”
"So exaggerated?" Roland was a little surprised.
But it’s normal to think about it.
The rarer the commodity, the more precious the commodity, the fewer people can afford the price.
This is in line with market rules.
Roland followed the woman to the fourth floor.
When we got here, there were very few people, and the sound insulation effect here was very good. The noisy sounds below could be heard faintly, as if they were a world away.
"Dorothy is in the room at the end." The woman hugged Roland's hand and did not let go: "But before that, please express your feelings."
In the corridor, there were two strong men blocking the way. Judging from their appearance, they should be warrior professionals.
"How many gold coins?"
"Ten!"
So expensive! No wonder there seems to be no one on the fourth floor.
Under normal circumstances, a small noble's family's savings would be good if they could only have ten gold coins.
It would take about two months for a medium-sized traveling caravan with twenty people and ten standard truck trucks to be transported to another country. If the market is moderate, the profit would only be ten gold coins.
In other words, this Dorothy could drain the small treasury of a small noble family and two months of hard-earned money of a traveling caravan in one night.
As expected, prices are high.
Roland shook his hand, and ten more gold coins came out.
The woman happily pulled the gold coin out of Roland's hand, then waved to the two warriors and said, "I wish you a pleasant night."
The two soldiers moved out of the way, and Rolandi followed the corridor to the end and pushed open the wooden door.
The first thing you see is a slightly dark room.
There was only one yellow flame candle burning, and the light was quite insufficient, which must have been intentional.
In the innermost part of the room, there is a large bed covered with pink velvet blankets.
In this world, pink is a dye color that is difficult to mix. The human world does not have this skill, only the master craftsmen who have lived for hundreds of years in the elven forest have it.
Then there is a white bear blanket on the ground, which is soft when you step on it. It must be set up to facilitate some wild people who like to roll on the floor.
In the center of the room, there is a round table.
Sitting at the table was a fair-skinned girl with blond hair, holding a book and studying it intently.
Roland had just looked at her for less than five seconds when the latter spoke: "Please close the door, I feel a little cold."
Then Roland discovered that she was wearing quite exquisite silk clothes.
As we all know, the higher the elven silk is, the more transparent it is.
It is said that the best silk is made from the leaves of the world tree!
Completely transparent and invulnerable to water and fire.
Of course, this kind of silk has never appeared in the human world.
And now, this young girl is only covered with a layer of silk, so her body is vaguely visible.
In addition, the silk was somewhat reflective, so her whole figure seemed to be covered with a layer of light yellow scales. As she breathed and her body swayed slightly, the scales kept swaying, shimmering and breaking, as if she was coming to life. Same.
Roland closed the door as instructed, walked to the table, sat opposite the girl, and carefully looked at her... clothes.
This girl must be Dorothy. She remained unmoved and allowed Roland to examine her.
About half a minute later, Roland nodded and asked, "Where did you buy your clothes?"
He felt that this outfit would look great on Andonara and Vivian.
Silk clothes can be found in Roland, and France is plentiful, and can be obtained for a little money.
But the suit worn by Dorothy across from her was a specially made one that could make a man's heart ache.
Anyone who understands understands what's going on, but those who don't understand can't tell you.
Dorothy raised her head in surprise and looked at Roland: "Are you just here to ask about my clothes? Don't you plan to do anything else?"
When she raised her head, she felt quite sexy.
Although she is indeed quite beautiful, but... at Vivian's level, she looks very beautiful now because of the combination of light and the atmosphere in the space.
Holding a book in your hand gives you an added element of intellectual temperament.
But when Roland asked, she lost her power, and her appearance dropped by at least ten percent in an instant.
"What can I do?" Roland asked.
"Huh, here comes a rich young man?" Dorothy stood up and said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to change clothes in the secret room."
After saying that, she walked to the bed, pressed a switch, and then the wall opened and she walked in.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Roland dropped three magic spiders and let them quickly hide in the corners of the room and hidden corners.
After completing these actions, Roland stood up.
At this time, Dorothy also changed her clothes and came out. She was wearing a high-cut tight corset, a blue butterfly mask on her face, and a long leather whip in her hand!
"Are you leaving now?" Dorothy was quite surprised.
Roland nodded, looked at her chest, and pursed his lips into a check mark: "I like big breasts, yours are too small."
Then he turned and left.
Dorothy's hand holding the whip kept shaking. She almost threw the whip out and beat this mean-mouthed man to death.