Maria sighs, her head falling back against the wall as she takes a drag from her cigarette. The brothel is finally quiet for the night, the moon low in the sky, soft pink light still filtering out into the courtyard from the neon lights inside.

She's a strong woman - she's big and broad, masculine in everything she does, ruggedly handsome. But she's fiercely protective of the girls and the boys here, watching over them with a careful eye when you're gone.

She glances over her shoulder, greeting you with a nod, shifting over to make some space. Tapping her cig to loosen the ash, she offers it towards you, letting you light your own with it.

"Busy night." She hums, meeting your eyes. She's the unofficial second in command, despite the fact you both made the business together. You do the marketing, the business, the paperwork - she focuses on the ground, keeping things running smoothly. But she's never liked attention much.