As any proper establishment would, the brothel seemed to have a nice and varied range of women to hire, to buy their time. It wasn’t a charming visage or a delightful body what Grace was after though, but a generous knowledge of town. In the absence of the flamboyant brothel keeper, she got the aid of the bartender to help her arrange a room. Before long, the newcomer found herself on another woman’s tail, walking upstairs with a coy bottom to follow before her. Although she carried no such intentions, it was still an odd feeling to follow the lead of a sex worker, especially for a woman who hadn’t been in such a place before. As she stepped into a simple room that was furnished for one purpose, the young brunette was more curious than nervous. Just hoping the prostitute of her choice was more talkative than herself. If she had been a little more patient and communicative, perhaps she could have been talking with a certain Chinese gambler instead. But, pretty much anyone who had spent some time in town should have something to talk about the community it housed. “Just give me a moment, darling. Will be right back.” The hired attendant suggested. Grace didn’t say anything in response, her curious eyes watching the woman disappear into the corridor.<br/><br/>To wait as she was instructed, she turned around and took a few steps in the relatively small room. It was quiet in here, her ears failing to catch any intimate sounds coming from adjacent rooms. To her surprise, she wasn’t alone in the small room. A similar aged young woman had been sitting at a what looked to be a modest vanity table, currently brushing her long hair strands in a somewhat hypnotical fashion. Her back was turned to Grace, but the brunette could see the woman in the mirror, unphased by her presence. She was quite a dashing woman, holding an enviable comeliness for sure. In fact, the most beautiful one Grace had ever seen. If she could draw, and had been asked to paint the prettiest lady she could imagine, she guessed the image would have looked similar to the other woman in the room. Slowly closing the door, Grace stood behind her. “Alright, ask.” The grooming lady suggested, seeming to know that her client was not here for sex. Similar to the young brunette, she could see her supposed patron in the mirror, and the hints of confusion on her pale face. Grace wanted to ask questions, she had many of them. But oddly, as if her lips were sealed, she was unable to interrupt the other woman’s speech. “As you would appreciate, I can distinguish lust in one’s eyes from other intentions.” The woman explained, briefly looking back over her shoulder to glance at her customer. After a moment of awkward silence, she continued. “I trust you have noticed the mountain that casts its shadow upon this place.” Many bristles of the brush once again slid through her raven hair, moving smoothly through the already untangled dark strands. “And at the very bottom, a mine, striking its frangible roots into recondite stone.” Of course knowing the town as a mining town, it wasn’t difficult for Grace to guess where the mines would be located. So, it couldn’t have really considered new information for the newcomer. She was hoping to learn more useful stuff, not a dirty mine. So far, she hadn’t learned anything that she didn’t already know. “…Disturbing the depths, like the gunshots you have heard today.” The raven haired woman continued before Grace could interrogate her for something else. The brush stopped moving in the woman’s hand, corner of her eye checking the closed door now.<br/><br/>Now wearing something more tempting and attractive, the earlier prostitute opened the door from outside. A forced smile across her lips, her gaze fell upon Grace. “Alright, I’m ready. Did I make you wait too long?” She asked the only other young woman, who sat at the dressing table. “Want to get to bed if you’re done combing your hair?” The attendant continued. Grace quietly put the hairbrush back onto the table, her eyes wide, staring into the mirror. A few of her own hair strands were tanged in the brush. The chair legs scraped against the floor as the dark haired woman pushed herself back. She sprang to her feet. A mixture of wince and confusion dominated her face.<br/><br/>“Thank you for your services.” Grace tried to give props to the woman. With that, she darted out of the room, running as quick as her dress would allow. Hurriedly, she rushed down the stairs to leave the place as quickly as possible. While in such a hurry, on her way, she ungallantly shouldered and bumped into a few people, finally getting out of the building to get some fresh air.