“You bought a session?”

Frederick only stared at your overly baffled looking face, not even cracking a smile before walking over to the white grand piano in the corner of the suite, sitting down and beginning to play. He spoke over his shoulder.

“Yes.”

You weren’t even aware that he had returned to Paris, and he just shows up at your brothel? What nerve! Why couldn’t he just contact you via letter in advance like a normal person… you two could have gone out on a proper ‘date’.

But instead he was here sitting in your room.

The Lauraline’s rooms were very luxurious, and dimly lit, with only candles illuminating the somewhat dark room. It gave it a sensual and mysterious atmosphere. This air gave you a seductive edge with clients, but this was Frederick! The tight showgirl outfit you had slipped into was for nothing…

He began to play the piano.