The mornings always seemed to come too quickly for Madame Talamh's brothel. Even with a well enforced curfew to keep everyone well rested and from getting burnt out the days were always so full of merriment, music and fun once the night began to fall it was easy to become tuckered out. Tori was forever in awe of the energy and capabilities of the woman whom worked this place. He remembered as a young man being told of how woman could never keep up with a man's needs and yet all these ladies proved that wrong every day. Tori was just waking up when the rap-a-tap-tap sounded at his door,<span style="font-weight: bold">"morning!"</span>He called out mid yawn through the thick wooden door to Madame Talamh as she passed by to do her rounds.<br/><br/>The big man sat up and stretched, relieved himself and went through his daily routine of getting ready. Although he was a body guard offering protection he still did his best to look pleasant to avoid frightening off their more skittish customers. He washed his face, trimmed his carefully manicured facial hair arrangement and donned the boiled leather armor he wore. Tori was a massive man with the muscled girth of a grizzly bear. The locals often joked that he had giants blood for his towering height. Finally he clipped on the leather sword belt on his waist which housed the bastard sword he carried and wielded one handed before he headed out.<br/><br/>"Ow! ow!" Tori heard down the hall from one of the girls rooms. The door was open so he peeked in to find Miranda and their newest girl Kitty sitting on the bed together. The fiery haired Miranda was helping Kitty with her make up and had poked her in the eye.<br/><br/>Tori smiled at them, "careful ladies... and hurry up or lunch will be gone!" He teased as he swept passed them to join the ladies. The kitchen smelled of Madame Talamhs soup and he accepted a hot bowl from Greer before sitting down, the chair groaned under his weight but held him up just the same as it always did. "Morning ladiesm Owen. I don't know how you aren't all freezing, I think I need to get my furs out of storage sometime today," he said conversationally to them as he took his first spoonful of breakfast. Boiled leather was good for the summer and comfortably light but he was feeling the bite of on coming winter this afternoon right through the linens under his armor.<br/><br/>About that moment Kitty and Miranda came down the stairs. Miranda was dressed in colors matching her hair and the leaves turning outside and she looked like a wildfire goddess. She always showed off her fit physique and her red-orange hair fell in a waterfall of styled ringlets around her round pale face. Much like Greer her affinity to fire kept her from feeling the bite of the cold as the other girls did so she dressed in silk and gossamer that gave tantalizing views of her fit form; just enough to elicit excitement but not so much as to flaunt to much. A careful balance of showmanship that still allowed the men to wonder what they'd find, "morning!" Miranda helped herself to the soup and she winked with a smirk at Owen as he unpacked the delivery for them.<br/><br/>Kitty was tiny in comparison. She was wearing a green corset and an asymmetrical waterfall skirt that was short in the front and long in the back, thick in the hips to fill out her form. The corset pushed up her small bosom and gave the illusion of her being more vuloptious then she was but she had no make up on at all and looked agitated, "I can't get this make up thing. I just poke myself in the eyes and look stupid." She dropped like a bag of bones into the chair with her arms crossed and her lower lip stuck out in a pout.