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The first of the harem is introduced in this chapter! Who will it be? Is Rukia ready for it?

Chapter 4: The First Harem

Rukia found herself on the 14th floor of a skyscraper somewhere downtown in the heart of Karakura town. The escort service owned the entire floor. She was currently inside Shunsui's spacious office, in front of a mirror. She almost couldn't recognize herself. Was it really her? Was it really the gloomy, antisocial, invisible Rukia staring back at her? It was weird; she was not used to wearing a dress. All she owned were jeans and hoodies.

Shunsui was pleased with him and Lisa's masterpiece. "Wow, Rukia! You clean up nicely. Just as we thought, the black dress shows off your pale white skin and makes the tattoos stand out more. And that hair just compliments it. It also frames your heart-shaped face nicely."

Rukia looked back at Shunsui who was wearing a Sugegasa straw hat. Lisa was also there with him. "Well… I can't believe it too."

"Well, you should!" Shunsui held her shoulders. "You need to have confidence in yourself. You're going out there, competing with girls who know how to beguile professionally. And why do you believe that you're not beautiful anyway?!"

Rukia gestured at herself. "Because I am really not?"

Shunsui laughed out loud while fixing his hat. "You're wrong Rukia! You're a beautiful woman! He looked at Rukia curiously. "I forgot to tell you about this, but you have beautiful eyes. I actually think that they are your most arresting asset. Those violet orbs are the best feature about you. They make you look mysterious. You have a cute nose, and your thin lips are naturally red."

The older man walked towards his desk. "Your beauty is not something that easily jumps out, like how most models look, but yours is more mysterious, making one feel the need to look at you far longer. It's a longer-lasting type of beauty," Shunsui observed quietly.

Rukia snorted. "I think you're exaggerating too much, Mr. Kyōraku. But if your purpose was a pick-me-up, then you succeeded, I guess. Thanks."

Shunsui waved her hand. " You know you don't have to keep calling me Mr. Kyōraku. It's Shunsui and I was just observing what was in front of me. Turn around slowly."

Rukia did what she was told, turning around slowly in her four inch heels. She remembered how Lisa made her practice walking while wearing them, which had been by far the most torturous two hours in her entire life. It paid off, at least. Now, she felt more comfortable wearing them. Still, she would trade her sneakers in exchange for them anytime.

Lisa smiled widely. "Yasss!" Lisa seemed genuinely proud. "I knew we could not compete with other girls in the chest department, so we needed to direct the attention on your ass, which we really did."

Rukia raised her eyebrow and looked behind her, staring down at her own ass. She directed her questioning gaze back at her mentor. "What about my ass?"

"Well, you definitely got junk on your trunk, my dear. Your fitted little black dress emphasizes it. It looks like a nice fat peach and makes you wanna squeeze it."

"Kinda puts you in the mood for peaches doesn't it Lisa?" Shunsui chimes in while chuckling at his little joke.

Rukia smiled uneasily. "Err, Lisa and Shunsui. I'm totally questioning both of your preferences right now."

Both Lisa and Shunsui's laughter fills up the entire room. "Nah, no offense to any woman-loving woman out there, but I'm straight. Me and Shunsui are just admiring our creation."

Both of their enthusiasm infected Rukia and she couldn't help the little twitch in her lips while she was shaking her head. She went back to observing her own appearance in the mirror. Rukia was hoping that everything would go on smoothly. She just hoped that her first time would at least not be too much of a nightmare.

At nine in the evening, all 25 girls were lined up in the hallway of the entire 14th floor. Shunsui was not joking when he described the escorts as femme fatales. Rukia had never seen a gathering of goddesses in one place, their breasts almost falling out of their dresses and their long tresses cascading down their shoulders. Shunsui had warned her that the girls might not be too friendly. After all, she was new and she'd be another competitor for the attention of potential clients. Rukia did not worry too much about it though. It was not as if she was the friendliest person on earth and quite frankly, she thought that these girls should not feel threatened by her. Any bravado she might have felt when she stepped out instantly fizzled out when she saw the other girls. Surely, clients would not notice her in this sea of boobs; she might not lose her virginity that night. On one hand, that thought comforted her, but the thought of not earning anything for tonight made her worried too.

It seemed like something big was happening that night. Even Shunsui and Lisa both seemed busy after directing her to her place for the night. The excitement of the other girls was also palpable. Shunsui informed her that a VIP group, a very important partner of the owner of the escort service, was coming that night, a quite influential criminal group at that. Rukia would admit that she felt some shivers down her spine when she learned of it.

"Remember, do not ever use your real name if the clients ask you. All escorts go by a fake name but clients may not know that. It's for your own safety," Lisa reminded her just before she sent her to her place in the line.

"What? Fake names?" She asked, startled.

" Of course. Even my name, Lisa, is actually fake," one of her mentors explained. "Now, what should I call you?"

"Uhmm… '' Rukia was panicking. Shunsui and Lisa were snapping their fingers trying to hurry her up with a response. She remembers seeing ice fall down outside the building. Ice? That reminded her of her favorite singer " Sode no Shirayuki." Sode No Shirayuki is known to dress up as the popular mythical creature called the Yuki-Onna.

"Ahhm… How about Shirayuki? It's the name of my favorite singer." She asked them, terribly unsure. This was so ridiculous.

"Shirayuki? That means white ice. Nice symbolism there Rukia. Sure. As long as you're not using your real name." With that, Shunsui sauntered down to his errands as a manager.

That was how she got a name tag taped on her right chest that read "Shirayuki."

There were two lines in the hallway, each facing the other. The first line was made up of 12 girls while the second line was made up of 13 girls. Rukia was placed on the second line, the 11th escort on the line. Her name tag was placed in her right side of her halter style dress with ruffles on the neckline, drawing to her relatively small chest. In a way, Shunsui was right that she would indeed stand out, although she felt that it was in a bad way. She was the shortest girl there, with the most petite body too. All the other girls were the tall, voluptuous types.

Rukia's musings abruptly stopped as a hush silence came over the hallway. All the other escorts had fixed their dresses and stood up properly, in ways that would flaunt their assets. Following their examples, she did the same. It seemed like the clients who would choose from them would be arriving anytime now. If there was a god anywhere, Rukia suddenly found herself quietly praying. For what, she did not know.

A few minutes passed and numerous footfalls could be heard, nearing the hallway where they were gathered. At last, Shunsui entered, guiding a group of six men wearing expensive suits. To Rukia's surprise, they weren't what she was expecting: bald, old, and fat. They were quite the opposite actually. They were well-built, tall, from what she could see, good-looking, and younger than she had thought. Huh? It felt like this only happens in the movies, where the clients of a whorehouse were not married men in midlife crises, but good-looking alpha males.

Rukia was still reeling in shock when the last person came in, getting all the attention of the people in the hallway. The guy was tall, about 5'11 in height. His suit was unbuttoned, showing a bit of his muscled chest. He had a bored expression on his face, though he radiated a dangerous, hollow aura that everyone in the vicinity couldn't help but feel. She could see every escort bristle, like peacocks who puff out their colorful feathers to attract a mate. She, however, just stood there, wondering what she should do.

"Sir Kurosaki, here are the women you can choose from," said one of his lackeys who was in a gray suit. He was probably between 20-25 years old. The guy was young and good-looking too. He had long brown hair, a manly round face, rounded eyes and a light complexion.

Judging by the behavior of all the escorts and all the guys in expensive suits, Rukia surmised that "Sir Kurosaki" was probably the boss. In Rukia's mind, if such an important guy chose a girl who did not meet his expectations, that would mean the end of the escort career of the poor girl, so she was absolutely wishing that the boss would not choose her. She couldn't afford to lose this job before even starting. She didn't worry too much; this guy would probably not even notice her. There were just too many gorgeous girls in the lineup for her to be chosen.

"Sir Kurosaki, please do the honor of being the first to choose a lady to be your escort. Your men told me that they would choose after you picked yours" Shunsui explained.

"Tch," was the only reply of the tall, spiky orange-haired guy, with such an arrogant expression on his face. Rukia felt a bit annoyed. Arrogant people pissed her off and she just held herself from rolling her eyes at the guy.

The Kurosaki guy sauntered like a predator hunting for a prey, observing each girl he passed by for just about two seconds before moving on to the next. What? Did nothing satisfy this guy? He really did seem to be full of himself. But that was a good thing. That meant that this arrogant man would probably not even look at her. He already dismissed some of the most beautiful ladies she had seen in her entire life. Just to make sure though, she did what she always did when she wanted people to forget her existence; she lowered her head just enough to obscure her face.

She could see the man's feet coming near her. He had already finished inspecting the girl before her. The man stopped for a second in front of her. She still had her head a bit lowered, but she still could catch a glimpse of the chiseled chest in front of her. The guy was quite tall that she could only see up to the middle part of his chest. She was holding her breath right then. "Move on! Fuck! Get right to the next one!" She was screaming in her head.

And then the man moved on.

"Yes! Saved!" That gave Rukia the confidence to finally raise her head.

Right then, the unexpected happened.

"Gotcha."

Rukia felt someone cupping her chin and she suddenly found herself staring right at a pair of such intense hazel eyes. She audibly caught her breath and her eyes widened to a degree. What the fuck was happening here? Hadn't this Kurosaki guy already moved on to the next girl?

The Kurosaki guy was smirking widely, looking a lot like a predator who victoriously caught his prey.

Rukia was definitely fucked.