He doesn't come here often. At least not for the sex. A drink, a meeting, those kinds of things. But tonight? He's not really sure why he's here. Didn't want to be home, kind of didn't want to be on the beach partying. So why not hit up the whore house, right? Maybe he'll get some entertainment or some information.
He's only a little bit drunk as he pushes into the brothel, handing the Madam a long golden chain. It's definitely finery but likely not enough to get him a private bed. That's fine by him. He seats himself at one of the little tables, leaning on one hand to look around the room. It's always so clean and breezy here. An outsider might almost mistake it something else. He's not sure but surely brothels in other parts aren't this clean. Or maybe they are. He really should start traveling.
Speaking of exotic places, he catches a glimpse of Maeve. She's petite, pretty too. He likes a man who can throw him around but he'll never say no to a woman he can throw around. He waves her over, "Can I get a menu and your name?"
Maeve
He's only a little bit drunk as he pushes into the brothel, handing the Madam a long golden chain. It's definitely finery but likely not enough to get him a private bed. That's fine by him. He seats himself at one of the little tables, leaning on one hand to look around the room. It's always so clean and breezy here. An outsider might almost mistake it something else. He's not sure but surely brothels in other parts aren't this clean. Or maybe they are. He really should start traveling.
Speaking of exotic places, he catches a glimpse of Maeve. She's petite, pretty too. He likes a man who can throw him around but he'll never say no to a woman he can throw around. He waves her over, "Can I get a menu and your name?"
