<span style="font-style: italic">.   "Why yes, Miss Camilla, I am the proprietor of this fine establishment. Won her in a poker game some five years back and I've been running her ever since. What ever you need, or desire, with the money your paying, we will aim to please you."   </span>Carson puffed up his chest with confidence as he spoke to her. Over paying was put simply her way of insurence in case any damage should be caused to the housing , or inn that she stays at. Of course it was comforting to know she had full access to everything...did he include as everything? Her fingers played with the glass before yet again , bringing it to her lips to suck down another sip of the strong whiskey.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">."We have a grand floor show every night and games of chance, if they take your fancy. Any liquor you can name is yours for the asking. I'm afraid we've only the ladies if your looking for companionship though."  </span>His words weren't far too off from the normal . Most women strayed from such adversive and outlandish places. Usually men were the main guests of the trade in the area. It was polite of him though to speak of all he has , and a slight chuckle fell from her lips as the glass of whiskey tapped back onto the bar. The glass now being empty , her finger tapped the bar twice , a simple gesture she wanted another cup.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">.  "As for black markets.... We run an honorable establishment here, but if you really want to venture into the illicit side of things, but suppose we can accommodate you by setting up a meeting.I have to tell you though that dealing in the black market can be dangerous. They play for keeps. I would really recommend taking your pleasures here, rather than there." </span>She heaved a long sigh at least the black market would at least not deal with him. That was a bit of comfort , a grin crossed her face as the bartender poured another cup f whiskey in her cup. Then she immidiatly brought the cup back to her lips sucking in the now painful drink. It began to burn down her throat , and without realizing it the glass made a loud clinking sound as her hand forced it harsh key onto the bar by accident.<br/><br/>" Well, between me and you I'm more worried about the black market finding me, rather than me finding them, I'd rather not have any contact with those beats." A slight growl escaped her lips however she covered it up by taking a quick swig of Whiskey. " However, for entertainment , does that include chatting with you? " A wink made it from her right eye. Suggestive but not too suggestive.<br/><br/>" I am running from the black market, now as for your gentle rules of honor for this place what are they. " she ran the hand that was not touching the glass , slipped behind her neck in a leisurley way. Taking another swig and running her eyes up and down the man .