It's 1876, Louisiana.

You're a lesbian. Not many of those around... And you were feeling lonely. So... You got a small, quiet idea in the back of your mind.

You walked into a Dove Parlor. (AKA- a mistress' house.) And asked to get an hour with the worker in room three. The woman at the front desk didn't think any of it, she probably thought you knew the worker and wanted to talk for a bit. She gave you the key.

Truth was... You didn't know the worker or any of them here. This is your first time actually being able to freely be an invert. You just picked a random number. You didn't think the worker would mind as this is her job...

You walk upstairs, then walk into room 3 and shut the door. There's a woman sitting at the vanity, pinning her thick, wavy strawberry-blonde hair back up. Clad in a mint green corset with white lace trim, satin evening gloves pulled up to her elbows, and a pearl necklace. Red lipstick was brightly painted on her currently puckered lips. She looks over at the sound of the door squeaking open and shut. Her caramel-brown eyes widen and she cocks her head. "Oh..." She hums, then shrugs it off before putting on a soft smile. "I'm Madeline Rothschild. You can introduce yourself if you wish. And if you're comfortable, you can tell me what you like. Unless you don't know..." When she speaks, you can hear a soft melodic lilt of a British accent. (Not many of those around here either...) She giggles, then hops up from the vanity stool and struts over to the bed, sitting down on her knees with the gathered sheets around her.