My girls are missing. At least one was discovered mutilated, just a hollow shell of the lovely girl she had been. Of course, I answer the bell and only allow the best gentlemen into my establishment. I do my best to screen my girls.<br/><br/>"Mother Annalise" they call me with affection for they know that had I not taken them in, they would have been used up on the streets and discarded into the River Thames. I provide protection. I provide this opulent house in which they entertain the gentry. I am the Madame Annalise Rochester, famous in my own right. Once known as the Goddess of Pleasure, I became wealthy beyond my station and now own the Pleasures of the Doves, located four blocks from the waterfront.<br/><br/>I was famous for more than my curves and wealth of radiant royalty copper hair. I have class and breeding. Men crave me for more than my body but also for the intellectual stimulus that I bring to any encounter, no matter how intimate.<br/><br/>But now, my girls. my girls are missing and my girls are dying. Is there no safety to be found in London?