The towers of Zenithia, the harbor city and center of the East, were menacing above the cliffs and the roaring sea as the sole rider advanced to the main gate. A giant red sun was setting over the upset masses of water bashing angrily against ancient cave-riddled rock. A lone seagull’s hungry cry echoed above the masts of the ships, over the city walls and by the sole rider before rolling down the endless plains towards west.<br/><br/>The sole rider took to a halt, pulling the bridle of the powerful black horse just a few steps away from the gate guards. The two soldiers eyed the stranger suspiciously, holding their halberds firmly, looking out for signs of danger. But the stranger smiled disarmingly and raised his empty hands in a peaceful gesture.<br/><br/>“Just a tired traveler looking to settle down for some time.” he said. The guards didn’t move. He sighed and reached slowly for his coin purse.<br/><br/>“Easy there, lad.” said one of the guards, but the stranger just took out a golden a coin and showed it to them, holding it with two fingers. “One for each, just let me pass.” he said. The guards eyed the coin. Pure gold, massive, with a strange symbol on it. They looked at each other and the senior nodded. A moment later they were looking at the heavy gold in their palms as the stranger progressed lazily along the wooden bridge and through the raised portcullis. But then he stopped and looked back over his shoulder.<br/><br/>“Hey boys.” he said. “Where do I… go when I want some fun?”<br/><br/>“You can go to The house of blossoms, just down the…” the younger of the two guards began, but his comrade smacked him on the shoulder. His eyes traveled up and down the black rider, weighing the young man’s elegant clothes, heavy purse, and sophisticated manners.<br/><br/>“The house of blossoms is for cheap whores.” he said, shaking his head. “Milord would probably prefer a place with more class. Milord should try Tiffany’s, best place in the entire East, if you ask me.”<br/><br/>“Tiffany’s? Damn, I wish I could go there…” the younger guard said.<br/><br/>They gave the stranger the appropriate directions and looked after him as he disappeared into the belly of the city.<br/><br/>“If a few more men like this one come through here, we’ll have enough gold for a night at Tiffany’s.” the older man said, looking at the gold in his hand. It was probably worth more than his monthly wage.<br/><br/>“One night, are you kidding? I’d be happy to get an hour with one of these girls!” the young guard said. “That’s some elite pussy in there.”<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Despite the advancing night, the streets of Zenithia was still crowded. Peoples of all races, genders, and species were scurrying about, the sounds of thudding carts, tramping horses, and hundreds of voices filled the hot moist air. Breeze ruffled Aphael’s long gray hair as he cautiously made his way through the avenues of the marketplace towards the rich neighborhoods around the palace. The guards had told him Tiffany’s brothel was on the slope of one of the three hills around the palace, overlooking the houses of the merchants and minor nobles.<br/><br/>He was itching to spend some gold; after pulling off a difficult job down South he was tired and wanted to rest for a while, drink, gamble, and cure his hunger for girls. And from what he had heard from the two grunts at the gate, Tiffany’s seemed like the right place – whether he wanted to hang out and have some good wine, throw the dice a few times, or spend the night in the warm embrace of a pro.<br/><br/>Step by step, his horse led him through the marketplace and into the merchants quarter, and then up a hill until he finally spotted what he was looking for.<br/><br/>(http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/192490380_06471f776e.jpg?v=0)<br/><br/>It was a large building of stone, several stories high. Warm lights and female laughter was flowing out through the open windows. He tied his horse by the entrance and pushed the door open. He found himself into the lobby of the house, a large and cozy hall with soft subtle lights, soft carpets, soft sofas… The place promised softness and comfort of just that certain type he was hoping to find.<br/><br/>Several people were hanging out in the lobby, conversing or lying lazily around on the sofas. He nodded to himself and looked around to see what was going on and if someone was going to acknowledge his presence.<br/>