James
One a cold and clear night one of the oddest figures walked through the streets of Lazaroth. None other than the sun elf prince of Khisfire. He wore a face mask of sorts that hid nose to his neck by a black vale. His outfit was much more akin to his father nothing like the extravagant robes he wore in Alynthi and Findara. Mainly due to the offer the records visit to the kingdom by him. Hannibal was careful slightly fearing the kingdom due to the reputation that dark elves and vampires have built for this *Queendom*. 

Eventually the prince had to stop and ask for directions to such a sinful place. With a slight air of embarrassment as he asked and got the directions. The prince then marched on keeping his eye out for anyone approaching him, fearful of the vampiric presents in the capital. Eventually the Prince reached the building standing out front for a moment and shaking his head that he is going to be in such a place for a man of his status. But this is where he was told to meet in the letters. 

The sun elf passed the man outside after a short conversation full of convincing. Once inside the building he stood in the lobby seeing the odd worker and the many degenerates queuing or lounging around being served drinks. He looked up seeing the balcony and the two sets of stairs heading to the second floor. Hannibal admired the architecture as it has nothing to do with the main disgrace and disease spreading in the cesspool of a place. Though being fair to the place the thought that some of his parties may having some similarities to this filthy place.

Yet the Prince lined up to the main desk, waiting his turn to speak to the one that is running the night. Prepared to state his business and probably not for the reason they'd expect.
Johnetta
*The slightly-bright darkened elf, Mervah, was leaning on the rails of the erotic place that she called her home with her hands crossed like strings holding a bridge as she looked at the door with a glare akin to a tiger stalking its prey since she was rather excited to see a high noble guest that would soon appear in this place that otherwise would be ignored, mainly due because the brothels or whores the royals and noble had were far more better and had higher value than the many here. Though that wasn't all that excited her, what did was that she had the opportunity to meet a royal member personally which from what she hears, royals are truly an exotic bunch.*

*Remaining to stare at the entrance in her invisible red robes, with black swirling lingerie covering her body or more so the parts that are merchandise in this establishment except for right black thigh highs that she wore due to her controversial mark that stays there, besides that, she had noticed the high like noble clothing seen on individual busting through the doors and heading to the counter, she slowly stopped leaning on the short planted rails and made her way down in a calm and relaxed manner akin to a spider resting on its web since she had little reasons to be stressed or anxious. The lady behind the wooden boards was preparing to tell the man about whatever he wanted before a sudden snap of fingers were heard, where Mervah in her exotic looking clothing approached,* "This one's a special case dear. Leave him to me."

*The elegant victorian british dark elf looked at her before swinging her face at him like a hawk, keeping a smirk on her face as she rested her right forearm against the smoothed out oak with her left hand resting behind her back, giving off a lustful pose that would've made this noble think that he was here for fun rather than business in mind. Which Mervah thought opposite before having to reinforce herself like metal being repaired in hot forge that the reason this noble was here was for business reasons. So she gave off a reluctant sigh and stood straight with her right hand resting. Her smirking smile stayed like a mask while her eyebrows obviously showed her hidden disappointment.* "Save your words dear, I know very well why you're here, to be frank I think you should've worn something differently and something low esteem but none the less your in luck. Now if you'd so kindly follow me." 


*She obviously preferred to be discrete on this business matter than he probably didn't see any necessisty to do so, still Mervah being a good little lap dog for this guild and company that she has no bother of acting like one and so had taken him up from the bottom floor of the brothel to the second, which then and eventually followed third level of the building and as they passed certain noises were coming through the door before eventually it was quiet and a specially made door was infront that looked different from others which was the goal, she turned over and stared at him,* "Dare do anything touchy and I'll promise you I'll be the one doing the touching, not even your titles will hold me back. Now, may I present to you the Mother." *Knocking and opening the door she held the door open and awaited for him to walk through. Which once he did she too went in and closed the door. Acting like a personal guard to the Mother in presence of someone.*

*Turns out, that the mother wasn't here as she expected the mistress to be. Confused as to why she wasn't here to indulge into the new guest, she looked at him and approached,* "Well, I guess your just gonna have to wait for the Mistress to come here, but don't worry. I'll be able to satisfy your loniliness and satisfy you just as well as she could." *Mervah went to the chair and had her legs crossed over each other, her legs extended a little as she lifted it up, her back resting on the chair rather comfortably with her right elbow being held by her left hand as her right hand dragged near to her mouth, she was feeling erotic at the moment with them being alone,* "So, seeing your in the presence of a goddess... Me... I say we talk openly and freely, so Prince. What do you think of our brothel? Is it... Much better than you royals have?"
James
The prince stepped up prepared to speak before his attention was taken away by the snap of a dark elf's fingers and her calling out. Hearing the special case words he could only think about that this wench wanted an extra payday from a noble. Being fair her pose did not help her argument for not being some empty pocket whore. The only thing Hannibal saw going for the elf was her voice, it was regal of sorts yet had an air to it that was seductive. Luckily the vale on his face kept any obvious signs of flustering hidden. Then he decided to speak as he was on a mission sent by himself.

"Actu-"

Only to be cut off so rudely by the elf. Seeing the drastic change in posture Hannibal knew that this is the person he has to follow to get what he has come for. But he couldn't help un-focus from her face. From the continued smirk that he knows all to well contrasting to what he could only assume were her eyebrows showing a form of disappointment. Then the thought of empty pocket wench popped back into mind. As the prince stepped off and followed the woman. His eyes judging each and every degenerate as he walked to the stairs then up. Then admiring the figure of the elf while walking up the stairs, no one could blame the man. Only to be dragged away by the noises he started to hear.

The noises almost made the prince hurl. Their unpleasant noises echoing into the hallway, something like this would never be heard at any of his great parties. When his eyes set onto a door standing out at the end of a hallway, and then appreciated the silence that followed when reaching this door. When he went to walk through he entered the office of the mother only to find that the elf that brought him up here didn't even know where the mother was. Never the less Hannibal walked into the room and went to take a seat. 

"I am not here for anything a brothel worker can provide. Apologies."

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He watched the elf's hand drag near to their mouth. Then heard the question so he spoke up. "We royals don't have brothels of any kind. Their is a reputation to uphold for us. And I do not plan on getting any service so I can not rate this establishment." Hannibal made sure to be to the point, as he does have a reputation of being above these type of places.

"If I may ask for your name? So I can converse easier."
Johnetta
*Mervah spoken in a relaxed tone that wasn't raised to cause a thundering storm in the room but just quiet enough to be heard like wind to him which might've showed she wasn't exactly a common whore, she remained to spoil herself in the chair as she switched her legs position as she stared at him, remaining to be in the position that she was when they first met, a very seductive one which was just her personality it seems if this Prince wasn't exactly looking for satisifaction. Though him calling her a brothel worker in a rude manner turned her relaxation to a more angry one which she quickly snapped back like lightning zapping the ground.*

*She then spoke in the before mentioned relaxed manner of her voice with a tone that was just quiet,* "Mervah's the name, and don't worry. I know exactly why your here but! Just because you have a reputation to uphold doesn't mean that should restrict you from having a good ol'time between a women's legs from time to time rather than having a nugging wife that won't let you satisfy your urges in life because she's too tired. Thats the benefit of brothels, we don't tire or make a ruckus or even express how much men we've fucked. All honestly, we keep that confridential really. Usually brothels have a code of keeping a customers privacy to the fullest. Either way, if your preferences aren't whores then mind if I ask what is? Ignoring the reputation and the petty title of Prince, what exactly does your heart look for?" 
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*Her tone stayed consistant throughout her speech as she continued to rest onto the chair with her elbow now pushing against the chair with her hand holding her leaning head like a lever, her other hand stayed on her lap as she continued to await his answer, rather curious and even more so highly wanting to know about King's, Queen's, Prince's and Princesses preferences and their mindset. Usually to develop a new torture method or just lustful for knowledge on the royality to perhaps exploit whenever needed to. Seeing she was in the sisterhood that was all about murdering.*
James
Hannibal noted down the composure of the believed whore. Now he shifted his focus looking round the room. Mainly ignoring the elf until he heard her speak. Slightly disappointed that she was still quiet and well spoken. Hearing the Mervah's name was went over in his head a few times before replying. Then hearing the offer he had to decline, sadly the prince was not here for more than a business deal. But when asked a questions he thought of the answers he could give for only a moment. Before deciding to enlighten Mervah on his opinion. 

"I do not limit myself in any way. I'd prefer to keep my preferences to myself I do not see a purpose to discussing it especially in this type of place." The prince took a pause before answering why he has to hold his title and won't tarnish any reputation. "There are two reasons I will not be do anything sinful in this establishment or any like it. As someone of great importance slander to my name can be spread, I do not trust anyone here to keep secrets about my name. And also it is a matter of principle and to keep my mind clear. I... A prince can not delve into such a degenerate cesspool and act in the activities." 

The Prince removed the black vale covering his face as he further relaxed. Along with adjusting the cuffs of his coat, revealing a glimpse of his lapis coloured winged tattoo which contrasts with his olive skin. Only for the tattoo to be quickly covered. 

Having a hunch that this wench was high up in someway, either tied with the sisterhood or an organiser for this establishment, so Hannibal decided to ask.

"Are you considered a person of status in this... Er- let's say establishment? Because it seems pointless to ask what your job is."