Tiffany looked up from her dark and dust log book as she heard the sound of the small sliver bell atop the large oak door to the brothel. Her face changed in a split second, from that of a bored accountant to the enjoyable face of a admiring host.<br/><br/>She dropped the quill onto the log book making a dark mark on the yellow page. She gracefully hopped off her stool and spend a few vital second making herself presentable. Many of the people in the brothel were merely patrons, Living off the costly nectar of the polished bar. Few of them had ever seen one of Tiffany's girl, and by the rate that they where going never would.<br/><br/>With one sharp look at the man standing in the doorway Tiffany could want he wanted. Her arranged her long golden plaits of hair and pulled down her Crimson Blouse to revel more cleavage. she then weaved through the patrons to man.<br/><br/>She smiled her pearly white teeth a clear show of her expensive taste, the rubies sewn into her tight reveling out a clear show of her wealthy clients and that perfume, it could drive a man wild with lust. the<br/><br/>"well, hello there" she said with a slutty purr, as her soft creamy hand traced the large muscles in the strangers arms.<br/><br/>"what can Tiffany do you for hunny?" she asked already knowing that the man want one thing only, a fresh pussy.<br/><br/>She noticed a man behind the one she was talking too, It couldn't be, It was, Letholdus, her body shivered with pleasure at the thought of all the thing they'd done together. Letholdus knew well enough that Tiffany would be with him shortly and  Tiffany turned her attention back to the newer man.