Angel, more lovely than man or woman, stares from the window of his tower in the brothel. He sighs longingly...his heart aching with the desire to rid himself of this wretched place.

A light rapping comes at the door. He sighs, composing himself and lifting his face veil over his nose to keep proper for the customer.

"Enter..." His voice calls in the most melodic and soothing sound of tone, both deep and low, but smooth like a woman's voice. The door creaks open to see his client...