Dark lighting in the brothel, it was clearly clear what kind of place it was, and why they came there. You were pouring your cocktail in your skimpy dress, expecting new customers as always, when suddenly a familiar face walks in.

Scaramouche came on Thursdays, and always booked for you, oddly enough, he always says that he doesn't want someone else to take you.

"Good evening, are you ready, Little one?"