<div class="floatright">(https://latimesherocomplex.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/arthur21.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Prince Darrin of the Blue Isle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=282404.msg13912589#msg13912589)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Table overlooking the Main Stage<br/><strong>Time</strong>Day One, Evening<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Regal Attire<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Anahita<br/><hr/>As Prince Darrin met her eyes, he couldn't help but grin.  She asked the words, but his gaze left absolutely no room for doubt.  Of course he wanted her.  He doubted anyone in the place who was interested in women didn't want her, unless they came from a fresh and exhausting bout with one of the other patrons.<br/><br/>His eyes briefly drifted about, not because he'd lost interest in her, but he was trying to figure out where the back rooms were.  As he stood, he left a few coins, more than enough for the price of the meal he'd finished and a good tip for the serving girls.<br/><br/>The only thing that could be difficult about visiting a new brothel was learning the rules of etiquette.  However, he rose, starting his way towards the back rooms, expression clear that he expected her to follow.  Part of him was tempted not to exchange a single word, at least until they were done and it was time to pay her.  Sometimes the body could express far more eloquently what only felt hollow and meaningless when actually spoken.