☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- Alright, I'm ready. - This is also debatable, even in its basic concepts. Opponents of puritanical laws, for example, used to say that as long as a person hasn't emerged from the womb, they are not really a person, and therefore, their death is not murder. Similarly, here we can say that a criminal is not a person or an individual, and therefore, their fate outside of prison is in the hands of those who are.

- Let's not bring up another controversial topic; we have enough on our plate, - Guyon tried to smile to turn it into a half-joking remark, but his self-control was hanging by a thread. - We are still talking about a category of people who are usually adults, of legal age, and capable. And even if, on paper, they lose their rights and are equated with objects, in reality, they will still remain people, fully aware of their powerless position. This... It seems excessively cruel to me. You can't deny a person their most basic rights; it's terrible, - he still flinched.

People may go to brothels because of poverty and other similar reasons, which is only weakly related to concepts like "pleasure."

- If everything is organized correctly, it will still be a voluntary choice. You're right, pleasure is not the main thing, but at least a person knows what they are getting into, - Beata shrugged.

From a moral point of view, you can paint any picture; ultimately, only what is written in the laws matters.

- That's true, - Guyon sighed, deciding not to voice his thoughts and concerns further.

- Guy, I have an important question for you... Tell me, did you eventually give up on your dream of becoming a chef? Because restaurants may not open for a while, and although I can easily survive on raw food, objectively, for the health of the order and better readiness for exploits, we should think about something else, more nutritious.

- I had a dream of becoming a chef? - Guyon was genuinely surprised. - I thought it would be nice to improve my culinary skills, but it wasn't a priority; I have enough worries as it is. I can cook something simple; we won't starve, but it won't be restaurant-level, of course.
- Boss, don't torment my Guyosh, - Beata sighed, hugging her Guyosh from behind. - There's still food in Lepota; there are wholesale orders.