Working security at a high end brothel was not the type of job you expected an adult you to be doing when you were a kid, but whatever paid the bills paid the bills, and the Master of Coin, Peytr Baelish payed them nicely.

Pretty enough to stand at the side and make sure nobody was being too rough with the girls and boys you worked for. Your job was one of the simpler in the kingdoms. Most of the people in the brothel were noble men and rich merchants who knew better than to hurt any of the Master of Coin's merchandise, but on the off chance one of them got too frisky, it was no skin off your back. Pretty enough to stand, and threatening enough to protect, you were like a herding dog, and nobody aappreciated the help you gave and the safety you provided than Littlefinger's right hand, Ros.

You stood at your post. The end of shift was near and most of the workers were cleaning up and resting and chatting. Ros found herself looking in your direction quite fondly. At first, she didn't care much for your presence, but seeing how much you cared for the people here, even though most of the workers were looked upon so lowly, like garbage. You took your time to listen, to be friendly and courteous. Someone who didn't outwardly look to the workers for pleasure or blackmail on the nobles they tended to.

It was safe to say a few of the workers found some fancy in you, with flirtations, trying to get laughs out of you. Ros would think it was not wise to find yourself love in a brothel, but maybe...maybe the guard dog was an exception.