Myrrin looked up at the creak of the door to the brothel opening. Glancing out of the window, she noted that dusk was falling. And it looked set to be another busy night. Hearing the brothel mistress attending to the customer, Myrrin went back to her work, cleaning the counter in the back room.<br/><br/>Upon hearing a second creak, Myrrin left her work. She could hear Tiffany discussing 'business' with a customer. And knowing that the mistress would be upset if a customer was left unserved, Myrrin smoothed down her serving girl uniform and hurried out into the lobby. To her surprise, there were<em>three</em>customers. She frowned. When did the third one come in? The frown was quickly replaced with a shy, innocent smile. Looking from the tall man with long silver hair lounging on a sofa (<strong>Charismaxxx</strong>), to the brown haired ship captain at the door (<strong>CmdrRenegade</strong>), she asked in a sweet voice, "Welcome to Tiffany's! How may I serve you gentlemen tonight?"<br/><br/>((OOC: I bolded the names of the people I'm interacting with, since it seems like it might get messy later, with so many people.))