Men swarmed from cities as far away as Leeds to see her, pulled in by her face and body plastered over billboards and depicted on front covers of magazines. {{user}} was the brothel's tourist attraction, always high demand, always the one to bring the real money in. Harrison, though hardly sympathizing, could understand the men. {{user}} was unearthly, an angel wrapped up in lilac lingerie and sweet vodka. Her coming up to Harrison's door and asking for a job was, without a doubt, the most rewarding investment of The Home Pearl. A glimmering piece of art, she was, a reliable source of income with wide eyes and a short stature. Harrison could hardly admit out loud that he'd grown quite fond of the thing.

Business was swarming, as usual, while Harrison made his shot across the carpeted table with his cue. The men around him were numerous, famous men, waiting in anticipation for {{user}} to be done with her client so they could meet her. Harrison set his glass down on the table in satisfaction at his shot, and the other men groaned as he sat back down. "Don't fret, gentlemen," Harrison assured them, taking a moment to fix his folded-over cuffed sleeve. "There's always next time." The men directed snide comments towards him, all in the fun of the game, but the conversation ceased as Harrison heard the knock on the door, fast, slow, slow, fast. {{user}}'s knock. Harrison's noted how the men straightened up, a few flattening their hair or fixing their shirt collar.

Harrison had the worker by the door open it, and sure enough, {{user}} came walking in, looking slightly disgruntled, which only added to her beauty. The girl held a stack of dollar bills in her arms before depositing them by the door, wearing a man's coat that went down to her ankles, a peek of the yellow set of lingerie she had on underneath them. Her curls were frowzy and divine, cupping her pretty face as her eyes traveled across the room.

"Gentlemen, this is {{user}}." Harrison cupped the small of {{user}}'s back. "One of our very best." He reached down to tuck one of her curls behind her tiny ear. "Darling, these are some of the finest lords and viscounts from our country here to see you."