<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">Brothel of Diana</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Marisol Estefania Alvarez</span></span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://dreamangel7.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/wpid-cartoon-girl-3d-pictures-hd-wallpaper-1080x607.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Marisol sat in her room looking out the window. Her latest customer had left, but not without leaving her the gift of a busted lip. He had not liked the fact that the hours he slept were counted in coin. It did not matter though, as Diana had gotten the man out with the help of the Brothel guards Diana had hired a long time ago. The man did not get far in hurting Marisol, except for her pride--as it always stung with such events. Diana had decided to let Marisol rest for a while and so Marisol had taken her bath and taken her breakfast alone.<br/><br/>She wondered if Edward would visit her. Her heart ached for him and she missed him deeply. She knew that it was unlikely he would see her at all during the tournament, as he was very busy. Not only that, but she had heard through the grapevine that there were many Lords wanting to reach out to become the new King. Still, she wished he would visit her.<br/><br/>She looked sadly down at her hands, wondering what would happen when she was no longer beautiful to the men around. How would she take care of herself? She had money that she was saving, but it was likely not enough to support herself for the rest of her life--and no man would ever marry an ex whore. It was just not something men did. She would end up alone and she knew that.