The hidden room was empty.
Quickly, the courtesan shooed the three assassin's into the doorway and before anyone could question them, the door silently shut.
Outside, the templars were finally storming up the stairs, barging into the room. As the man with the black sword strolled into the room where the assassin's lay, he quickly scanned the room.
There were four courtesans in the room, all giggling as they held their fans in front of their faces to hide blushes.
"Search." The templar ordered. Two templars barged into the room, searching every corner of the room turning beds over, pushing dressers aside, and finding nothing.
This is so humiliating. Fan thought, looking at the templars over the fan she was holding. She had slipped one of their dresses over her clothes, so she hoped none of the templars noticed the odd shapes or the bits of cloth poking out of the dress.
About half an hour passed before the templars finally gave up, leaving the brothel without so much as an apology.
Before they left, the leader could be heard muttering, "That little liar..."
The hidden door opened again, this time revealing the lady who had greeted them at the door. "Are you alright?" she asked.
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