Maeve has a lot of things she considers her job at the Halenani. Keeping an eye on those who come in is one of them. At least when she's in the main lounge of the brothel. She recognizes the man who enters despite his disheveled appearance. The young woman reclines on her chaise, sipping from a goblet as she regards him with inquisitive eyes. She doesn't bother hiding the way she looks him over, sizing him up if you will. The inside of the brothel is quiet. Save for the soft music that seems to filter into the room from somewhere with no real source. Most of the other workers are either still in their beds or with clients, making the lounge almost peaceful.
She shifts on the chaise, propping herself up against the plush pillows that cushion her back, "Are you here for business or pleasure?" Maeve finally pipes up, head cocking to the side lazily as her eyes flick from the secretary to the man before her. He could be her first potential client of the day. Not a bad place to start.
She shifts on the chaise, propping herself up against the plush pillows that cushion her back, "Are you here for business or pleasure?" Maeve finally pipes up, head cocking to the side lazily as her eyes flick from the secretary to the man before her. He could be her first potential client of the day. Not a bad place to start.
