Maeve
Maeve dips her shortbread into her tea, swirling it through the sweet brew before taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully as he presents his questions. A quiet hum slips past her lips, "I allow my workers to set their own limits. Each person here offers a different array of services. Everything is negotiated before you enter into your room." She pauses, sipping at her tea before she continues, "You will have your own private room. They are located on the second floor. Each room is equipped with two very important things. The first being a bell that notifies security should you need assistance. The second is a button that dispenses a perfume made by Frey themselves. This is meant to help our patrons lower their inhibitions and enjoy themselves freely. This isn't used without the customers consent, of course. However, should it be necessary, it is there to use at you and your client's discretion." She explains, head cocking to the side as she thinks of what else is necessary to add to thoroughly answer his question.
"We do have rooms downstairs that are more... open. Should you and your client be so inclined. They can make appointments with you specifically and meet you in your room once they check in with the receptionist or you can mingle on the main floor in the lounge area." Maeve takes a sip of her tea, wetting her throat before continuing, "We do run on favors, yes. Some of our patrons like to brings gifts in exchange. Jewels, trade goods, jewelry, just about whatever you can think of. Whatever they give you is yours to keep." She sets her now empty cup down, smoothing her skirt out as she shifts towards him, turning herself to face him more straight on.
"Should that sound agreeable to you I can show you around." Maeve murmurs easily, lips curling into a soft smile as she waits for his confirmation one way or the other.
"We do have rooms downstairs that are more... open. Should you and your client be so inclined. They can make appointments with you specifically and meet you in your room once they check in with the receptionist or you can mingle on the main floor in the lounge area." Maeve takes a sip of her tea, wetting her throat before continuing, "We do run on favors, yes. Some of our patrons like to brings gifts in exchange. Jewels, trade goods, jewelry, just about whatever you can think of. Whatever they give you is yours to keep." She sets her now empty cup down, smoothing her skirt out as she shifts towards him, turning herself to face him more straight on.
"Should that sound agreeable to you I can show you around." Maeve murmurs easily, lips curling into a soft smile as she waits for his confirmation one way or the other.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
