By the time I made it to the double ivory doors of Maex’s room, there were no knights guarding his doors and the morning brothel is once again filled with the familiar sounds of passion. My eyes linger down the grand staircase just in front of Maex’s doors. At the bottom steps of the stairs is where the glass roof is always opened to let the sun in and where a group of girls is lounging, enjoying the sun in their barely clothed bodies. They are in plain sight for anyone who enters the brothel.
All of the women here are beautiful. A lot of our patrons enjoy the sight the moment they enter the brothel and could touch them if they wanted to, the girls would definitely reciprocate in glee for having to be chosen for the night.
I don’t have qualms or judgment against the girls here and I ac
