As they walked towards the grand mansion, the sounds of revelry grew louder, a cacophony of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The air was thick with the scent of exotic perfumes and spices. The frontyard was a sight to behold, a grand space adorned with colorful lanterns and shimmering fountains.

As they traversed this open area, they became the object of quiet observation. Several women, adorned in rich jewels and elegant attire, watched their approach from the balcony. Their smiles were sweet, their glances bashful, yet their body language, subtle and suggestive, clearly beckoned the men closer.

The men, however, remained focused on their destination. The group reached the imposing doors of the mansion, intricately carved and inlaid with precious stones. Tandvik, with a practiced hand, knocked firmly. After a brief pause, the door swung open, revealing a tall, thin eunuch, dressed in the elaborate attire and adorned with the ornaments of a woman. His face, though delicate, held a sharp intelligence.

His gaze swept over the group, assessing them in an instant. The moment his eyes fell upon the two young princes, Satyaki and Satyashree, a warm smile spread across his face. He recognized their royal bearing immediately.

"Shini-Rajkumaro ko bhitar aane ki anumati do." Tandvik said.

"Raja Satyak ke putro aur unke mitro ka swagat hai." The eunuch said, his voice surprisingly melodious.

He gestured invitingly, ushering them into the opulence that lay beyond the mansion's doors.

Stepping inside Ratimandir was like entering another world. The atmosphere was thick with a heady mix of indulgence and revelry. The air hummed with the sounds of laughter, animated conversations, and the clinking of goblets.

Several men, some clearly wealthy merchants, others appearing to be members of the nobility, reclined on plush cushions, enjoying the company of the women who resided within the brothel's walls. Wine flowed freely, its rich aroma mingling with the perfumed air, and the atmosphere was charged with a palpable sense of unrestrained pleasure.

A frown of undisguised disgust washed over Satyaki's face as he took in the scene. He had expected a place of art and learning, but this blatant display of carnal indulgence was jarring. The eunuch seemed to sense Satyaki's unease.

"Yeh sthaan dekh vichlit na ho, Rajkumar." He said, "Aapke liye vishesh kaksh hai."

He led them deeper into the mansion, away from the boisterous hall and into a quieter, more secluded wing. He stopped before a pair of ornately carved doors and ushered them inside. The room was even more lavish than the main hall. A large, opulent bed dominated one side, draped with rich silks and adorned with intricately embroidered cushions. Comfortable seats and low tables were arranged around the room, creating an atmosphere of intimate luxury.

It was clear that this was a space designed for those who sought not just pleasure, but also privacy and exclusivity.

The eunuch bowed politely. "Kripiya yaha pratiksha kare, aapki sevikaye shigreh aayengi." He then turned and left, closing the doors behind him, leaving the princes and their attendants alone.

Satyaki turned to Satyashree, who was looking around the room with wide, curious eyes, taking in every detail of the opulent surroundings.

"Kaise sthaan par aaj charan pade hai..." Satyaki said, his voice laced with a mixture of exasperation, "Tumhare liye bhi kya kya karna padta hai, Yuyudhaawan."

Satyashree, catching his brother's slightly annoyed tone, offered a gentle, apologetic smile. Tandvik and the other attendants, standing a little apart, exchanged uneasy glances. The prospect of returning to this place night after night, till Satyashree gets efficient in 64 arts, filled them with a sense of dread. They were practical men, more comfortable in the heat of battle or the quiet discipline of the noble gatherings. This world of soft silks, perfumed air, and implied sensuality was foreign and unnerving to them.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps, accompanied by the delicate jingle of ghungroos, caught their attention. The ornately carved doors swung open, revealing a group of beautiful women. They were dressed in minimal clothing, their bodies adorned with an abundance of glittering jewels that emphasized their grace and allure.

Some carried trays laden with wine and an assortment of delicacies, promising a feast for the senses. Others held trays filled with fragrant oils and ointments, hinting at more intimate pleasures. A few carried musical instruments, their polished surfaces gleaming in the lamplight. And a few others, their feet already adorned with ghungroos, were clearly dancers, ready to weave their magic through movement and rhythm.

Some of them, their eyes sparkling with playful mischief, settled near the feet of Satyashree and Satyaki. They offered the princes warm, inviting smiles and cast bashful glances in their direction. A delicate hand gesture here, a lingering gaze there, a slight sway of the hips – each movement was a silent invitation, a carefully crafted performance designed to entice and allure. The air was thick with unspoken promises and the intoxicating scent of exotic perfumes.

"Batayiye, hum aapki sewa kis prakar se kare ?" They murmured, their voices soft and melodious.

Satyaki, visibly uncomfortable in this environment, took a deep breath and shifted his gaze towards the window. He gestured towards Satyashree with a slight flick of his hand. "Inse pucho. Inki hi sewa karni hai tum sabko." He said, his voice tight.

The women, understanding the message, immediately turned their full attention to Satyashree. Their smiles became more focused, their glances more direct. A prince gracing their threshold was a rare and significant event, one that promised not only pleasure but also a considerable reward. They were eager to please him, to anticipate his desires, and to earn his favor.

Before the women could inquire about Satyashree's desires, he joined his hands respectfully and lowered his gaze, a gesture of humility and earnestness. The women, expecting requests for pleasure or entertainment, were taken aback by this unexpected display of deference.

Satyashree, his voice clear and sincere, spoke. "Deviyo, mai yaha bhog-vilaas hetu nahi, apetu shaashtra-vilaas hetu aya hu. Meri iccha hai aapse 64 kala sikhne ki."

A wave of astonishment washed over the women. Their eyes widened in disbelief, some even turning to each other to confirm if they had heard him correctly. This was an unprecedented request.  In all their years at Ratimandir, no one had ever crossed their threshold seeking knowledge, especially not a prince.

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