Winnie looked up from behind the enormous kitchen counter where she was having a conversation with the brothel's chef. Red hair peaked from everywhere underneath the chefhat the Ramen cook was wearing. It was a strange sight to see, the impeccable dressed Aviari conversing in hushed tones with the Ramen cook who bore long razorsharpened claws at the end of each of her fingers. Both women looked up from the noise of a body falling down the shaft, and Alena appearing from the shadows behind it, taking off her hood and revealing her ruffled sandy blond hair.<br/><br/><b>''My dear Alley, seems you've struck one fat enough to serve the brothel for at least two days there. My Ramen customers will be happy, these sort of things will keep them claws and teeth from my girls. Thank you my dear, here is something extra for the night. ''</b><br/><br/>Winnie walked up from the counter towards the boyish looking woman in black and handed her a purple velvet purse filled with coins. She took the girls upper-arms in her feathered fingers and smiled brightly at her most precious employee.<br/><br/><b>''I swear to the culprits that stain my life dear, I do not know why you would hide such a pretty face like that all the time. You would be the shinning example of beauty and prospect in my brothel, and the fact nobody can pay you for a night only makes the men more horny. Yes, yes, you would do my custom good, and you would still be able to beat them up when they go to far. But it's your choice...''</b><br/><br/>Winnie moved her slender fingers over to Alena's face and simply stroked a strand of hair away to tuck it gently behind her ears.<br/><br/><b>''Very well, let us make an appearance back upstairs, don't want the bar to go rowdy do we? And could you perhaps tell me who the gentlemen are that bear the weight of an armoured elephant? My ears hurt to even hear one of them talk..''</b><br/><br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/><b>''Aaah you're a fool to think she can't hear you, Zephyr. And the girls are all freshly washed and clean, as they are every night. Minnie has been asking about you again, I don't know what you do with the ladies, but they have a weakness for your charms.''</b><br/><br/>Vesvesa smiled as she poured a mug of Dvergar ale for the armoured man before her. Taking the coin from the counter, she muttered with a friendly wink towards the man.<br/><br/><b>''Seems you have a friend in this place, but don't try to buy any more drinks with the jewellery unless you want to be thrown out by the mistress herself.. Or try and sell it to any of the customers if you want more then a drink in here, perhaps one of the girls might take a liking to it, but don't let W'ineton see you doing it. That's just my piece of advice if you want your heart still beating at the end of the day''</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>