Pero was a man’s man. He ate like a man, he fought like a man, he acted like a man, and he looked like a man. But that also meant he had needs and desires like a man. As a mercenary, he never bothered to settle down with the love of his life. Sure, he had flings with a baker’s daughter and a stable boy, maybe said some I love you’s or I’ll come back for you’s, but he never meant them. His work was his love, and he’d stick by that until the day he found himself no longer breathing.

Thankfully, that day wasn’t for a while. He was fit, fortunate, and had just arrived in a new town in a new country with new people to bed. That was until he stumbled across the nicest brothel he’d ever seen — smooth stone floors, glass windows, a custom sign up front. Sure, it wasn’t great, but considering the reputation these buildings had, a lot of them were mostly made of wood with thatched roofs and unfriendly staff. He’d been to many brothels in the past — you could call him a professional — but this place was by far the nicest (at least, the cleanest) he’d ever been to.

But this place was luxurious in comparison. He wiped his boots off on the front mat — that’s a first — before padding into the building.