2146, third underground floor.

   The casino on the second floor was always full of men, a great place to hunt down their next prey. Doussay often sent her girls and boys up, when they didn’t get enough clients, or when she saw a good-looking person on that floor – but she only came up, when she needed to be a wingman, not to get a client for herself. She already had many booked until September, so her schedule was totally full.

   This time should have been the same. She walked up in a red, tight dress, which widened around her knees, and the skirt was fluffy at her legs with many frills; her hair was flowing behind her like a veil, and her jewellery was shining and ringing slightly, as she walked elegantly, and everyone turned around to see her. She lifted her chin, and wore a casual, light smile, as she went, but no one would’ve guessed what she was thinking.

   So, she looked around attentively, as she passed between the tables, where wide variety of games was being played by mercenaries or soldiers. She stroked some tables, and touched a few people’s shoulders that she knew.

   In the smoky corner, she found her man at last; he was almost hidden by all the other people, and seemingly forgot about their appointment, or was just too distracted with the poker they’d played. She “hah”ed inside her head, but she didn’t care that much, as long as the man was paying for the third floor’s service.

   She started to change her direction towards him, but before she could take another step, someone suddenly grabbed her left arm. The grip was strong; she immediately knew it was a man’s hand. Doussay swiftly turned back, her hair flipped wildly, and her right hand was already in the air, ready to slap that pervert, who dared to touch her – it was a rule on the underground floors not to touch any women from the third floor without their consent, and most men kept themselves to that. This one seemingly had prepared for a beating from the casino’s boss.

   But Doussay froze as soon as she turned back. The person right in front of her wasn’t just a person: he wore the black uniform of the Trial Court, with all of its glam, with the hat, badges, and everything. He was a tall, slim, and undoubtedly handsome man, but he was still a Judge.

   Her hand fell, and she tried to smile at the man, who had incredibly light blue eyes, white skin and light brown hair, combined with soft features. At her smile, surprisingly, he smiled back.

 “Please, forgive my rudeness, milady.” He said; his voice was slow and steady, much quieter and deeper than Doussay expected. He also let her arm go at the same time. “I just wanted to make sure, that you will pay attention to me.”

 “You only have to call for me, Mr Judge.” She smiled, just like when she flirted with anyone else, but she didn’t dare to step closer to the man, thinking that he might just want to lure her into a trap. She had never heard such a tender tone from a Judge. “How can I help you then? Are you looking for me, or someone else?”

 “For you, specifically.” He said, and Doussay’s stomach turned. At least, it was not about some of her other girls or boys. “I wanted to talk to you… and see you. I heard a lot about you.”

   Some men from the closest tables glanced at this person with flat eyes. Doussay just realised, how unusually quiet this place was, for having a Judge between their circles. They were still playing, but they didn’t talk or laugh as loudly. Doussay herself was pretty eye-catching, but she and a Judge… She had to do something about this unwanted situation.

 “If that’s the case, maybe you should come with me to my floor.” She smiled widely, and let herself wink at the young Judge. “Just a minute, I have to get someone else, who is waiting for our service.”

 “You have a client right now? Should I come back later?” He asked immediately as if he was concerned, but she expected this to be some mind trick; anyhow, who would dare to send a Judge away for someone else?

 “It’s not my client.” She quickly cleared this up. “One of my girls’.”

 “Oh, I understand. Please, don’t mind me then.” The officer knocked his heels together slightly, and signed her to go.

   Doussay’s knees were weak under her skirt, and despite her dress not being too thick, leaving her shoulders and arms uncovered, she got sweaty. This night either will be her wildest, with the biggest catch she ever had, or her total downfall, because she let herself walk into a trap. But at this point… she couldn’t do much to avoid it. She had to bring this person with her, so as not to cause any more unnecessary scenes on the second floor. The atmosphere was very tense now.

   The Judge didn’t talk anymore, and she and the other man were also silent, as they awkwardly descended on the stairs. Doussay and the man exchanged a secret look as they were walking in front of the Judge, and the other person also seemed terrified. He’d definitely regretted coming to the third floor now, but Doussay didn’t let him go. They made a lot of preparations, after all, someone had to pay for that.

   She quickly dropped the mercenary at one of the rooms, and then smiled back at the Judge, who silently followed her.

 “Come then. Sorry for the moisture of this place. I’m sure it’s too lowly for your taste.”

 “Not at all.”

   That’s unfortunate, she thought. She kind of hoped that this place would make the other one leave, since it was truly not the best-shaped floor of the market. They had no money to build a better ventilation system yet.

 “Why did you collect that man? Was there a problem between him and your… coworker?”

 “Oh, no-no.” She waved her hand, but became somewhat hesitant. She didn’t like to go into details, however, leading a brothel was already illegal, so would it truly matter, if she would tell this man, how things worked on the third floor? At the end, she smiled again. “Our customer asked for one of my girls in a specific way. We offer extra services, but we usually need a bit of time to prepare the room or the girl, so for the inconvenience of the waiting, we’re sending our clients up there for a free drink and free play, it’s on the house.”

 “Oh, I see. Such a nice gesture.”

   Doussay bit her lower lips. This young man didn’t sound very judgmental, he spoke as if he was just simply complimenting her – it felt weird.

   They went to her working office, which she kept beside her room. She learned through the years, that she couldn’t just bring anyone into her bedroom as a boss, but it wasn’t that easy to make more rooms here, they needed a lot of construction. But everyone agreed that their boss ought to have an office. So now, she felt extremely glad for her people pushing this topic. She definitely didn’t want to bring this person straight into her bedroom.

   Her office had only one table and three different chairs; she bought them all from the free market, since they couldn’t get extra furniture from the base. She got a vintage cabinet complex, where she could store her necessities and paperwork as well. She had some red and translucent curtains around the walls, just to make the place more interesting, despite not having windows. She liked when their reddish colour overlapped with the white ones, creating more shades on the walls. She also had many scarves that she pinned to the walls – and the Judge seemed amazed by all of the fabrics around, even missed her offer about the seat, and just stood in front of the table, holding his wrist behind his back with a straight spine.

   Doussay sat down after a few seconds of waiting, and it was so hard not to take out a cigarette right away.

 “So… how can I help you, Mr Judge?”

 “Call me Kyan, please.” He finally looked at her, and noticed that she was sitting, so right away, he seated himself too. Doussay felt briefly relieved by this; at least the tall man didn’t tower over her in this position.

 “Kyan.” Doussay nodded with a smile. The man seemed happy to hear that, and started to observe her face.

 “Sorry for making you uncomfortable on the second floor. I know my presence is not welcomed here. But I didn’t come here as a Judge now.”

   Doussay’s heart was released from the invisible squeeze that held it for quite some time ago by now.

 “Oh.” Her smile became a grin. “So the Trial Court members are also just humans?”

 “Fortunately.” Kyan softly laughed. Surely… he truly didn’t seem to be a Judge right now. Who would’ve known Judges are capable of laughing? “And I’m not exactly here for… your…” He didn’t finish the sentence, just nodded towards her. She raised her eyebrows hearing those words.

 “If not mine, do you want someone else’s?” She asked then, and her worry started to rise again. It was never a good sign when someone refused her. That always meant the client wanted something extra – sometimes to please some disgusting fetish, that would cause harm to her girls or boys, or… a teenager. Doussay knew very well, how they work; she had just as many customers when she started her job at age eleven, as she had now as an adult.

 “No. As I said, I came for you.” Kyan looked deeply into her eyes. “I know you… or at least, I think I saw you once somewhere else, and I couldn’t forget you.”

 “… Oh…” She smiled again, but with a bit of uncertainty. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t think I remember meeting with any Judges.”

 “Oh, I wasn’t a Judge that time, and it didn’t happen in the Outer City.” He explained quickly. “It was at the Garden of Eden. I saw you once… you were very pretty, not like the girls on my floor. I wanted to look for you, but you were hard to find, and I gave up. Then, when I joined the Trial Court, I heard about a beautiful woman, who lives in the black market, and does some… great work. I saw a picture of you, and I knew it was the same girl. I’ve never seen such beautiful hair like yours.”

   Doussay was frozen again. She kept a smiling face, but her inside went cold very fast. In fact, the Judge sounded very friendly and honest, but she couldn’t help but start fearing some consequences. From all the times… now is this the moment, when she gets discovered for being a runaway fertile woman from the Garden of Eden? This cannot be happening. It was a decade ago already.

 “You… you are flattering me.” She pressed out these words, trying to stay calm. “By the way, sorry, I still can’t remember you. You may have seen me at the Eden, but what can I say… I was sent to here…”

 “Which floor you’ve been at?” He asked curiously, and leaned towards the table between them.

 “I… oh, hard to remember… maybe at the seventh.” She pulled it out from her ass right now, for she had no idea, how many floors were there, or how many children.

 “I was on the seventh floor.” The Judge smiled.

 “Then maybe sixth.” She replied with a giggle. “My memory doesn’t serve me well, you know.”

 “I’m sorry, is this making you uncomfortable as well?”

 “Not at all.” She lied, and waved her hand again, but then she dropped her arms onto her lap and squeezed her fingers under the protection of the table. “So, let me get this straight… you’ve come here just to find me, and say hi because you saw me once at the Eden?

 “In short, yes.” The Judge laughed again. “I was thinking about you a lot and I’ve also investigated you a little bit after I realised, you were that girl.

 “Investigating a woman, that’s not very nice, Kyan.” She scolded him playfully, but her stomach got struck by an invisible lightning. “You know, on these floors, we are well-respected beings. Nothing happens without our consent.”

The Judge seemed to get a little blush on his cheeks.

 “I didn’t mean in a disrespecting way, of course.” He quickly adjusted himself, looking down nervously.

   Doussay made enough observations. She knew this type of man, but hasn’t gotten too much of them nowadays.

He scraped himself together soon, and looked back at her.

  “I’ve only learned your name, and little things that anyone could know about you. The majority of my work is in the Main City, so I’m still not familiar with all of the Outer City’s stories and famous persons.”

   Doussay smiled. She leaned forward to rest her elbow on the table, making sure that her red dress was highlighting her chest, while she supported her chin on the back of her hand with an elegant and flirty head tilt. Kyan’s eyes immediately fell on that spot on her boobs, where the deep valley appeared between the hills before the dress covered them up. Then the man reached up to adjust his hat while turning his head to the right side of the room, his face was burning. He tried to cover the fact with his hand, still holding the brim of his hat. Yes, her hunch was correct: this man was definitely a virgin.

   He also lost his words at that point, and in the silence, Doussay could digest everything she heard. She couldn’t let her guard down. A Trial Court member, working in the Main City… is already suspicious. Most of the Trial Court members were placed in the Outer City, for being the best to examine all the people, who returned from the wilderness. What good would they do in the Main City, right? Unless he was the Arbiter himself, but Doussay knew the face of the current Arbiter, thus this man couldn’t be.

 “It’s not a problem.” She said, at last, drawing the man’s attention back to herself, but the Judge was much more careful with his gaze now. He strictly stared at Doussay’s face. “I was just messing with you a little bit. You are too good-hearted. Or just inexperienced? Do you need a drink to relax? I can give you some.”

The Judge awkwardly smiled, then laughed at her words.

 “Sorry… I’m nervous.” He admitted, and looked straight into her eyes. “I’m not sure if this is a dream or not. I wanted to see you so much since I was a kid… you’ve become my angel.”

   It seemed like Kyan suddenly lost his shyness, or just wasn’t aware of how sweet and intimate was what he said. Or – he knew exactly, and all the cuteness was just an act.

   Doussay tried to stay calm, but she had to hold back her laughter; this cheesy phrase had been used many times since she worked here. But she had to give it to Kyan: none of them before sounded this sincere. At any other time, it was like an overused pickup line from her wannabe clients.

 “An angel, who had fallen from the heavens to the deepest pits of hell?” She sighed, as she was thinking about this. “So fitting.” The Eden was the heaven, and this place, indeed, was the dirtiest and lowest life for any living being.

Although, she wasn’t an angel. She wasn’t that perfect.

 “I’m sorry,” Kyan said, nodding to her. “I’ve made a mistake again. I didn’t mean to compare your life to anything. I just thought… Do you have… any desires to leave this place?”

Doussay suggestively and questioningly raised her well-shaped eyebrows.

 “To leave? You think I don’t love here?” She smiled, and under the table, her legs began to work.

   She slowly moved forward, until she reached the tightly closed legs of the Judge. The young man felt the touch when she rubbed her ankle to his, and his Adam’s apple jumped up.

 “Do you… love to do this job? Don’t you want a different job?” In his defence, he really tried to keep a straight face. His voice was trembling faintly. “I can help you get out of here.”

   Doussay stopped for a second, and felt confused. Although she did pay attention to every reaction, that the man made, she didn’t really think, he was being serious about the topic. She thought he was just trying to drag the conversation for various reasons – but now, Doussay felt as if something was itching in her soul.

Leaving?

   For some reason, this was never on the table. Even when she was ten, and arrived in the Outer City, or when she was eleven, when she escaped from her adoptive parents, and came to this floor, or when she had her first full intercourse a few months later, and she cried herself to sleep… for some reason, she never really thought of leaving. During her first year here, she had some dreams of the Garden of Eden, and of her mom, but she knew, there was no way to go back there, and from the Outer City… where she could’ve gone to? To the wilderness? She was too young to go out anyway.

   There was no place to go. There were neither higher levels nor deeper pits for a woman like her. She just accepted it. There was only one way to live, and that was to use her traits to get the best out of it. Her body became her weapon and tool. She felt natural about it, even on the worst nights with aggressive clients.

 “Looks like I’m really bad at having a friendly conversation with you.” She heard the Judge’s voice, and she’d woken up. She showed a wide smile and licked her lips.

 “Sorry… that’s not true, I’m enjoying our conversation. You just surprised me. You know, that I’m the leader of this place, right? I have a good job with good money, a place to live, and people to care for. There is nothing to flee from.”

The Judge seemed to be amazed, but also a little shocked. He lost his entire blush by now.

 “Are you happy here? But you have to please men, don’t you?” He asked straightforwardly. Doussay laughed silently.

 “Well, yes, sort of. Sometimes even women. Why? Are you upset about it?” She asked back jokingly, and winked at him. Kyan showed a half-smile to her, which made his face look like a cat’s face.

 “Perhaps I am, a little bit.” He confessed, and before Doussay could say anything, he sighed deeply. “Maybe I wanted to believe that you need me. While you were probably right, and it’s the other way around. Perhaps I do want your service in… that way.”

 “Oh?” Doussay giggled, and for that confession, she continued to stroke the man’s legs under the table. Those strictly closed knees started to open up, as her foot curiously went on a journey on them.

   Of course, she wasn’t surprised. Actually, it would’ve been weirder, if this young Judge had been able to refuse her after she began to play with him. Yet she decided to go along with this person’s story, as if she didn’t know from the beginning. “What made you change your mind?”

 “I thought you don’t like your work… I wanted to respect that… I thought you might want something deeper, than these interactions with your… customers.” He was still using coherent sentences, but he had to stop here and there to keep his voice calm and steady. She only smiled. “But since you like here… I still think you’re really beautiful, and you deserve bethhh…”

   Kyan’s words were halted mid-sentence, and he gasped for air. His face once again turned deep red, when Doussay’s foot reached his crotch. The woman’s smile became a wider grin. Oh, this dear young, virgin Judge was already stone-hard, when they haven’t even touched each other’s bare skin.

 “… beh… better.” He moaned between his teeth, and couldn’t keep his breath as steady as it was before. Doussay slowly massaged that hard thing with her toes, knowing exactly how she could make him feel better.

   Leaving this work was never among her options for the sole fact, that she liked her job as well. Initially, it was horrible. But after she grasped the meaning of making love, and had more clients, who weren’t so abusive to her – and when actually she started to mature a lot and became a teen – she’d enjoyed these things.

   She especially enjoyed the power that she held over these men and women. It was a different kind of leadership. Her work was full of worry, hard work, and little sleep with many law-avoiding, hiding, and lying situations. But when she was with a client, she had total dominance over them. There were no doubts or stress anymore, she was ruling these people with such an ease, as if she was breathing. She realised, how much power her little plays and actions – and her appearance – were holding, and when she learned, how to utilise all of it properly, it became exceptionally amusing. On top of that, she could enjoy her intercourses in the same way as her clients.

   Her thighs started to shake slightly, for she began to do more specific movements on the man’s erection, she felt the jerking member under her sole, where the fabric was getting wet, and this little play made her aroused as well, her valley started to pound in the same rhythm as she was moving her leg up and down.

   She did want to get this man into her bed soon. He was very sweet and easily controllable. He was even the size that Doussay favoured. If she manages to get a grip on him – it seemed like he would come back to her as a regular client – that could benefit her work in the long run. It was never a bad idea to have an inside member in the Trial Court. Doussay knew she could use this young Judge very well in many cases.

   Kyan’s eyes became misty, leaning to the table, and supporting himself on his elbows when his hip started thrusting towards Doussay’s leg. His face was still bright red, he couldn’t hold back everything – only his voice seemed to be sealed very tightly in his up-and-down jumping throat. He was already very close to his peak, and Doussay had to think of this moment – should she introduce him to her favourite trick? She was the best in edging; she did this with both herself and her clients, for it elevated the enjoyment a lot. Not everyone was a fan, however. Edging could be painful, and it was not for the impatient.

   Or she can let him have that orgasm. These young men were always ready for two or three rounds in a row, unlike the older ones. She could even offer a big discount to this Judge, showing how generous she was, and give the second round for free. Or should she give the first time all together for free? Since if she gets this man as a regular, that will be already enough payment – a real Judge as her client… what a catch!

   But before she could decide about the next step, the sweaty atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the cracking noise of the door’s opening.

   She quickly drew her leg back, and a cold wave rushed through her body, driving away her arousal immediately. She almost got angry, why anyone would come in without knocking on the door (also, how she could’ve forgotten to lock it!), and the Judge seemed very confused and embarrassed too, as he looked over to the door, trying to hide his lower parts with his arms.

Then they both froze.

   A little boy peeked into the room, then seeing that the two people were just sitting at the table, he got the courage to come in completely, and closed the door behind him. Doussay felt, as if every bit of anger disappeared from her body, and after a few seconds of emptiness, her heartbeat became a lot faster suddenly.

Doussay desperately looked at the Judge’s face.

   Kyan seemed like he was struck by lightning, he was just sitting there, and trying to figure out, how is this possible – he seemed to have the same emptiness in his head, that Doussay felt for a little while in the previous moment.

 “Madam… I can’t sleep… can I sleep in your bed with you tonight?” A young voice asked, and John shifted his weight from one leg to another, while he was hiding his hands behind his back. He was already wearing his night dress, and his face indeed seemed tired.

   Doussay opened her mouth, but her lips went dry, and her throat was tight. She once again glanced towards Kyan, however, this only made her feel even more nervous. The Judge’s face wasn’t empty or red anymore. He was frowning, and clearly contemplating something, as he observed the little boy.

   It was obvious, that John was not ten, which was the age of the children that the Main City would send to the Outer City. Seeing such a young child around here – especially on this floor… there were no good excuses. The crime was exposed.

   The Judge suddenly turned his head back to Doussay, and looked at her with a very sharp gaze. She shivered immediately, and couldn’t stand his look; she also tried not to gasp for air, despite feeling suffocated. She unconsciously glanced back at John, biting her lower lips.

   What… what type of lie could work here? This literally never happened before, with none of the kids. There was a whole secret section on the floor, which was used for the few kids that were born here, and John always had to sleep there with them…

   Almost always… Doussay worked at night, from 6 pm to 11 pm mostly (if nothing disturbed this period), and the kids were put into bed at 5.30 pm not to be seen by any clients. Yet, when she was done with her work and shower, she quite often found this little sneaky boy in her bed, and they ended up sleeping together, cuddling with each other until morning.

Seven hells. She didn’t assume, John would sneak out right at this very moment.

 “Sorry… darling. Please… go to my room, okay? I will go soon.”

   First and foremost… she needed to get the boy out of the Judge’s sight. But luck started to flow away from her.

 “Wait,” Kyan said in a raspy voice when John obediently turned towards the door again. The little boy stopped, and looked back with his usual curiosity. “What’s your name?”

 “My name is John.” He answered. Doussay couldn’t sign him not to say a word, because she knew, the Judge would notice. John was a very smart kid… but still just five years old. He was simply happy when someone was paying attention to him. Now, he turned to the room again, and even stepped closer to Kyan and Doussay. “What is your name, sir?”

 “You can call me gege.” The Judge’s tone wasn’t cold or ordering. It was quite pleasant and warm, John obviously felt safe immediately by this response. Doussay however knew that this was a trap. “How old are you, John?”

 “I’m five.” John was very proud of his age, he was the youngest boy on the floor, yet he acted as if he was the oldest. Doussay’s heart sank, and she closed her eyes for a second. “I’m not supposed to be awake at this time, but I was waiting for the Madam to finish her work. Are you her client?”

   This question clearly made the Judge remember what they were doing before John entered the room, and he seemed a bit shy suddenly, and lost some of his confidence, but still managed to smile at the kid before he decided to look at Doussay again. She quickly looked away one more time.

 “John… go to my bed, alright?” Doussay repeated this, and her tone was much more firm this time, signing that she doesn’t accept excuses. John seemed disappointed a little bit, he probably hoped to have a little chit-chat with this kind man right here, but then he obeyed at last, and apologising, he excused himself from the room.

   From the steamy atmosphere to an icy one; the silence pierced Doussay’s ears. Both she and the Judge were not speaking. Doussay listed some lies in her head. If John just appeared on this floor somehow, maybe wandered out from the Main City? Not as if that’s possible… or sneaked in on the train? What if he was a son of an imaginary soldier, who left him here before he died? And why here?

   She tried to figure out, which lie would fit to which storyline. She felt the urge to do it quicker, but as she forced herself, her brain started to get foggy, and all the ideas she had disappeared, one after another, only leaving panic behind, and much simpler questions.

What was Kyan thinking at this moment? How can she make him stay silent?

 “Cute boy.”

   She was startled by the Judge’s sudden voice. Kyan was still observing her face, but for now, it was a more intense look, than ever before.

 “He was found at the market.”

   Doussay contemplated her options, and chose the less risky one. Not reporting a “stray” child to the City Defence Agency was still a crime. But it was not that serious of a crime, and they still could elaborate on the topic, giving more time to her to come up with a better background story. She should’ve had that already… why she was so careless not to think of a backstory? 

 “He is yours, isn’t he? His face resembles yours a lot.”

   Doussay was dumbfounded hearing this, and couldn’t hold back to look at the Judge. Kyan’s tender features seemed strict now, without the kind smile, but his seriousness didn’t feel threatening. As soon as they looked at each other, the Judge frowned.

 “Maybe I was wrong… or…”

   As if something was clicking in his head, his eyes slightly widened, and Doussay somehow felt it. She knew what kind of dots he was connecting, even though he was wrong in that conclusion.

   In the eyes of the base, only the women of the Eden were able to deliver a healthy child. Apart from this being a fat ass lie, the people who weren’t part of the Rose Manifesto didn’t know about the details. What they knew was that pregnancy here is prohibited, but they had no idea, that not all of the Outer City’s women were infertile, not even close. Just because some of them only had 59 scores on the Manifesto, which was not enough to stay in the Eden, didn’t mean they were a 100% failure. There were no actual predictions of how many of these pregnancies would turn out badly, and how many don’t.

   For a laic, or a man, who never had any connection with childbirth or fertility issues, this was not that clear. Even if the Trial Court knew some of these matters, with the false conclusion of this Judge, and with Doussay’s appearance, there was an easily misunderstandable resolution for the mystery.

   From his view, this perhaps means, that if Doussay was able to have a healthy child, she must be coming from the higher floors of the Eden, and her not remembering her own floor, was also a solid proof of that idea.

   It was a double crime. Since none of the fertile women had the right to leave the Garden of Eden, except Madam Lu, and none of the women outside of that place had the right to give birth.

If this situation wasn’t so bad, Doussay could’ve laughed.

Wrong but still right, huh?

   The Judge was in control of himself again, as if the last half an hour hadn’t happened between them. All of Doussay’s dominance disappeared, and there was no way to place it back since the officer stood up.

 “I think I have to go now. You have a client waiting for you.” Kyan still showed a little smile at her. “Children should sleep at this hour, so hurry up. I will come back another time to… talk more, and maybe finish what we’ve started.”

   The Judge bent forward towards Doussay, and she stood up as well, but her hearing started to dull, and her vision narrowed, as her pulse rose, and many things flashed through her mind.

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