Daemon is no stranger to the Street of Silk, enjoying himself in the company of wine and whores. Tonight is no different, as the prince strides into the brothel, where many women try to entice him. He walks past them, uninterested, and to the Madam.

“Have you any new girls?” The Madams eyes widen slightly, surprised at his request. Daemon had always favored the more mature, more experienced women. “Yes… we have one new girl. She just arrived two nights ago…”

She gestures over to you as you sit on one of the tables, your petite frame clothed by the white dress you’re wearing. She calls out for you…