Hadama might not frequent brothels, Mer or human, but he was still a king of Torchline. He was no stranger to certain aspects of houses of pleasure and vice, certainly not from a business perspective, though he was not one to frequent them or partake in their wares. Not most of those wares, at least. But some exceptions could be made, even for a demigod of Safrin with the reputation that the Tidebreaker had accumulated over the years.
"I have heard," he confided to Maea in solemn confidence as they walked along the cobbled street beneath a darkening sky, "that the finest chef in Stormbreak is employed here." The clouds may have brought an early twilight to the city, but the lanterns and lamps that lined the streets of the Silk Houses were riotous with light and color that was even brighter and more vivid at night than in the daylight.
And Hadama was leading them to the doors of the largest and best-lit section, whose gates were open and welcoming to customers and patrons from all regions, and whose attendants were wearing clothing that consisted of significantly less silk than bare skin. Hadama nodded with serene courtesy to one such woman who approached them, her smile bright as she ran brown eyes over the pair with open admiration. Upon her question as to what pleasures they sought at Mother Molly's, Hadama requested a table for two and dinner - which earned him a blink from the hostess and then a return of her smile as she led the way into the sprawling compound of buildings, stopping at last in a high-ceilinged room, elegantly appointed in reds and golds and boasting a number of smaller tables with varying levels of privacy. She left them there, but only after a server - only slightly more covered - arrived with menus for the table and a willingness to take their drink orders immediately.
"Mmh. I will try the house special," Hadama decided. "And a...hmm. A 'storm warning.'" The cocktail was excitingly named and sounded intriguing enough. Turning to his dinner companion he raised steely brows a fraction in curiosity of what she would choose as their handsome and scantily clad waiter leaned attentively forward.
"I have heard," he confided to Maea in solemn confidence as they walked along the cobbled street beneath a darkening sky, "that the finest chef in Stormbreak is employed here." The clouds may have brought an early twilight to the city, but the lanterns and lamps that lined the streets of the Silk Houses were riotous with light and color that was even brighter and more vivid at night than in the daylight.
And Hadama was leading them to the doors of the largest and best-lit section, whose gates were open and welcoming to customers and patrons from all regions, and whose attendants were wearing clothing that consisted of significantly less silk than bare skin. Hadama nodded with serene courtesy to one such woman who approached them, her smile bright as she ran brown eyes over the pair with open admiration. Upon her question as to what pleasures they sought at Mother Molly's, Hadama requested a table for two and dinner - which earned him a blink from the hostess and then a return of her smile as she led the way into the sprawling compound of buildings, stopping at last in a high-ceilinged room, elegantly appointed in reds and golds and boasting a number of smaller tables with varying levels of privacy. She left them there, but only after a server - only slightly more covered - arrived with menus for the table and a willingness to take their drink orders immediately.
"Mmh. I will try the house special," Hadama decided. "And a...hmm. A 'storm warning.'" The cocktail was excitingly named and sounded intriguing enough. Turning to his dinner companion he raised steely brows a fraction in curiosity of what she would choose as their handsome and scantily clad waiter leaned attentively forward.
