As soon as he walked in, Letholdus caught sight of the beautiful and ageless Tiffany tending to a young man who clearly had wanted more than the alcohol she offered. He smirked and left her to her craft, stepping through the noisy patrons, most of whom got out of his way if they were sober enough to recognize a navy uniform. He soon found a soft, comfortable chair in a quiet corner, sitting himself down in it and sliding off his boots and hat. He would stay comfortable here until he had his own chance to examine the new inventory of pretty, young prostitutes. He was a patient man, and knew the anticipation he was feeling would only make his following conquests that much more sweet.