The well-dressed host stepped to the side, allowing the men to speak for themselves.

The tall, blonde man with the open white silk shirt stepped forward first. He placed his right hand over his muscular chest and bowed deeply.

"My lady," the blonde man said. His voice was smooth and warm. "My name is Julian. My specialty is pouring the finest, sweetest wines. I am also an expert in soft conversation. I can listen to your worries and speak words of comfort to ease your tired mind."

Camilla nodded her head slowly. She liked the sound of that.

The second man stepped forward. He had dark, intense eyes and short black hair. He held the large, beautiful feather fan in his hands. He bowed perfectly.

"My lady, I am Leo," he introduced himself. His voice was deep and steady. "My specialty is the air around you. I use this fan to maintain the perfect, most comfortable temperature for your skin. I will ensure you are never too warm and never too cold."

Camilla nodded again. He looks like one who could make cool breeze feel very refreshing.

The third man stepped forward. He had wavy brown hair and a very bright, charming smile. He held a small silver plate filled with sweet red strawberries and green grapes.

"I am Mateo, my lady," the brown-haired man said, flashing his perfect white teeth. "My specialty is taste. I specialize in hand-feeding you the sweetest, ripest fruits. I make sure your palate is always pleased, and your hands never get dirty."

Camilla smiled. That was extremely convenient.

The fourth man stepped forward. He was tan with dark wooly hair. He holding a small, beautifully carved wooden harp with shiny silver strings. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"My name is Elian," the fourth man spoke softly. "I am a master of the harp. My specialty is sound. I will play gentle, soothing melodies that relax your muscles and bring peace to your soul."

The fifth man stepped forward. He had auburn hair and hazel eyes. He held a bowl of water and foot oil.

"My name is Adan." He spoke softly. " My specialty is removing the dirt and grimes from your feet and make sure they are well moisturized, soft and supple."

Finally, the sixth man stepped forward. This was the star of the establishment. He had deep, rich brown skin, completely bare and heavily muscled.

"I am ilias," the dancer said. His voice was low, rich, and highly mysterious. He did not bow like the others. He stood tall and looked directly into her eyes. "I speak through my body. My specialty is movement. My dance will make you forget the entire world."

Camilla nodded her head in deep, absolute appreciation. She was highly impressed by every single one of them.

Zade, sitting on the smaller sofa across the table, puffed out his chest proudly. He felt like he had done a wonderful job for his older sister.

"Sister," Zade spoke loudly, drawing her attention. He smiled his mischievous, boyish smile. "I went to great lengths to find them for you. I searched through the best recommendations in the city."

Zade reached into the pocket of his dark purple coat. He pulled out a small leather pouch filled with shiny gold coins. He tossed the pouch gently onto the glass table. It landed with a heavy clink.

"Don’t let my efforts go to waste," Zade encouraged her warmly, gesturing toward the line of handsome men. "Pick whichever one you like the most. He will attend to your every need for the rest of the afternoon."

The well-dressed host stepped forward again, folding his hands neatly in front of him.

"What is your choice, my lady?" the host asked politely, waiting to hear which man she favored.

Camilla looked at the men. She looked at Julian’s blonde hair. She looked at ilias muscular chest. She looked at Mateo’s sweet smile.

She did not feel confused. There was nothing confusing in this situation.

Camilla smiled a wide, confident, and highly amused smile. She leaned back against her soft silk pillows and crossed her legs comfortably.

"Where I come from," Camilla spoke out loud, her voice completely calm and full of authority, "making choices like this are for children."

Zade blinked. His smile dropped slightly. He was completely confused by her words.

"What does she mean?" Zade wondered, furrowing his brow. "You are supposed to choose your favorite companion. That is how this works."

Camilla did not leave him confused for long. She opened her hands wide, gesturing to the entire line of spectacular men.

"All," Camilla declared smoothly, her eyes sparkling with absolute delight. "I want all of them."

The entire private room went completely, dead silent for three long seconds.

Zade’s eyes widened to their absolute maximum limit. His jaw dropped open so fast it almost hurt. He stared at his sister in bewilderment.

"What?" Zade thought to himself, pure panic exploding inside his brain. His heart started beating wildly against his healing ribs.

"What have I done?" Zade’s internal voice screamed in absolute terror. He looked at the five half-naked men, and then he looked back at Camilla.

"She was supposed to pick one!" Zade panicked in his mind. "Just one! Not all of them! A woman is not supposed to be with many men at once! That is highly scandalous! That goes against every single rule in high society! I just wanted her to see a handsome face, and now she is building a harem in five seconds!"

Austin, sitting right next to Zade, covered his face with both hands. He knew this was a terrible, terrible idea from the very start.

The host, however, was a true professional. He did not judge. He simply calculated the massive amount of gold this would cost. The host smiled a very wide, very happy smile and bowed deeply.

"An excellent choice, my lady," the host agreed quickly. He clapped his hands together once. "Begin your service."

The host turned around and quickly left the room, closing the door behind him.