War of the Concubines

When Leila regained consciousness, she first sniffed the unpleasant smell of sweat and filth. He remembers the last time he went to the grocery store. Could she have passed out next to a litter box? He opened his eyes, enduring the pain of the sharp light. He looked around to see where he was. He was standing inside the bars with six young girls. Moreover, the eldest of the girls didn't even look like fifteen years old. Their skin was so white and thin that their veins were visible in the sunlight. The hair was wet, and a puddle of water at the base of the bars indicated that someone had occasionally poured water to wet them. He touched his own hair. Humidity was a sign that he shared the same fate as them. She tried to stand up by enduring the pain in her body, this movement frightened the other girls. There were small details in their appearance that differed from normal people. Some had strange body shapes. Webbed ears like pointed ears or large jewel eyes with unique colors. There were even those who had eye ellipses similar to cat eyes. Finally someone spoke. 'Don't attack us!' No matter how loud his voice was, the fear was evident in his tone. Moreover, the six girls were huddled in the corner and gathered at the furthest point from him. What's going on? Why were they afraid of him? Moreover, he did not understand how he could understand the sound that sounded like a melody. It was like a musical melody. There were no words or letters in the conversations. Only voice. It's like saying o-la-la. He opened his mouth to speak, but the six girls covered their ears with their hands and opened their eyes in horror. What? What was that now? Didn't they even have the patience to listen to his own speech after I told him not to attack him. Leila stopped speaking and shook her head, covering her mouth. These girls would have to communicate in sign language until their fears subsided, but asking where they were going wasn't all that easy. He held out his index finger to show them later. But the sharp claw-like claw shocked him. His pale, almost limestone-white skin was also frightening. Had it caused them to fear him because he had acted like a human being in a morgue for a long time because they thought he was dead? The logical reason was somehow not accepted in the cabin. Moreover, these girls were white-skinned. When he touched his nails with his finger, the sharp claw pierced his skin, causing it to bleed. However, this scared the other six young girls even more. It was a commotion again when the girls started screaming. The car stopped moving. 'Pour them some more water, you can't let them die before they reach the palace!' The conversation within words stunned Leila. The thought of being kidnapped by slave traders and human smugglers was dashed by soaking it under a bucket of cold water. He glared at the boy who spilled the water on him. Is it enough to give the water with a glass to drink, do you need such wetting? Seeing Leila's anger, the girls shuddered and fell silent, but the boy shouted with a different reaction. "Chief siren is not dead, he came to himself!" Siren? Leila looked at the boy strangely, trying to understand the situation, was it meant as an insult or a compliment? It was the fat new man's words that caused his brain's defenses to collapse. "Hahaha, that's good news, thank the dragon god, the tribute will not be missing! Except for two mermaids, two nymphs, and two elves, this siren has fulfilled our normal quota." Leila couldn't wake up until she patted the boy's head and left. Wait, what did he say? The two mermaids… their eyes dimmed in the corner, and he fixed on the six girls. Two of them had webbed fin ears. The other two girls had pointed ears and the last two had jewel-like light blue eyes. The pupils had vertical ellipses, like a cat's eye. Was it then that he himself was entering into these strange beings? Isn't this his World? The reason why these guys poured the water on him, if the place he calls tribute and the palace really exists... The possibility that came to his mind pointed to what he never wanted to believe. He looked at his hands and more at his legs. Aren't mermaids with humanoid legs and their sirens fish from the waist down? So why doesn't anyone here have a fishtail? An explanation is needed, but when those few are in the open, other people continue to quickly cover their ears with their hands. He finally gave up and started thinking about how to get out of here. It doesn't even have the wire buckle featured in movies that are impossible to unlock. When his nails hit the lock, he makes a 'squeaky' sound and it hurts. The smartest thing he can do is conserve his energy. When he walked through the giant walls and saw people in medieval clothes and armor, he was met with looks that were just as strange and curious as he was. When she opened her mouth to ask a question, she didn't cover her ears like the other girls, but they walked away immediately. "The people of water came for tribute" Hearing the fat man's voice, he turned his eyes to the front of the car. Although there was a blind spot, when the words and movements filled his ears, it was clear that one of them was wearing armor and the other was a fat man with his heavy strides. "Identification" At the request of the man wearing the armor, he heard the sound of paper, but after a short silence, cars passed through the heavily opened door. Palace! There really was! Leila no longer had the heart to deny it. The palace stood before him, so grand and majestic that it could not be in its own world. An old cat-eared woman in a big long dress approached the car and looked at the rest of the girls, including Leila. "Good this time we got a good tribute from the water people" The woman's approval caused the fat man to smile broadly. "Madame is complimenting" He spoke the humble words in a tone that did not come off as modest at all. As if the cat-eared woman, addressed as Madame, had gotten used to the situation, she handed the fat man a bag of gold and a cigarette pack-sized tablet that served as a strangely amped token. What happened next was even weirder. The iron bars were opened without any need to do anything. Madame spoke in a calm tone. "Get out" The six girls stood motionless when they saw that she had to pass Leila to get down. Madam, annoyed by the situation, raised her voice. "I said get out !" Leila sighed and got up from her regular seat and headed for the door. The six girls moved closer together, trembling even more. Really feeling like a freak, Leila went downstairs. This phenomenon did not go unnoticed by madame. The hardness on his face softened a little. "Oh a siren" Leila stared at madame. In every eye that looked at him before, he saw the signs of a different emotion that existed apart from the curiosity and fear he had encountered before. "You... aren't you afraid?" Leila woke up, able to speak for the first time since she woke up. Moreover, the woman did not cover her ears, on the contrary, her cat ears paid attention to her. His cat-haired face was free of wrinkles, but crow's feet at the corners of his eyes showed that he wasn't young. "I am responsible for the education of the concubines. If I am afraid of you, how can I train you?" Leila was stunned by the new piece of information. Concubine? Was she brought to this palace to be a concubine? Never! It was nice to watch the movies, but he had no desire to be a bird living in a golden cage in that palace. "I will not be a concubine" Madame did not sweat or shout. On the contrary, he began to explain the situation in a calm tone. "You have not been chosen as a concubine right now. If you are elected, then you will think about it. Now the important thing is what will happen if you are not chosen" His eyes went over Leila and all six girls in the back. "You were brought here for concubine elections. If you fail the selection, you will be gifted as a concubine to someone who has served many men in the scented house or, at best, has achieved a feat for royalty." He looked at the seven girls with a mocking smile on his face. "Of course you can try to escape from here. If you can bear the consequences."