"What can Tiffany do you for hunny?" the pretty young thing purred seductively, her fingers trailing down his arm. Aphael smiled as his eyes followed the curves of her hot body.<br/><br/>"If you are the hostess then I think I'm at the right place." he said. He slowly raised his arm and touched a braid of golden hair. He felt his lust bubbling inside of him. "Please forgive my manners. Aphael, at your service." He bowed lightly to her. A tall man smelling like the sea passed by and Aphael acknowledged his presence with a nod.<br/><br/>"Well now, Tiffany," he said turning back to the brothel mistress. "What you could do for me is allow me to sit down and enjoy a glass of good wine..." his hand dangled his heavy coinpurse suggestively. "to get some rest after the long journey. And then... then I might enjoy something more. And if the glass of wine comes along with some pleasant company, that would be most generous of you."<br/><br/>He pulled away from her reluctantly. He enjoyed her slutty voice and her seductive scent, but he knew she had other newcomers to attend to, and he didn't want to make her be the one to pull away from him first.<br/><br/>"I am willing to spend all of this gold on fresh hot pussies." he said in her ear, his voice coming out as a purring whisper. "I'm looking forward to finding out if yours could be one of them."<br/><br/>He lazily walked towards a free sofa and lounged his tall body upon it, hoping that some wine and some company would be served to him very soon. He was thirsty for both.