Just as Myrrin had the idea to rush off to get some wine for the customers, the door to the brothel opened again.<em>My, my, aren't we busy today...</em>she thought as she turned to greet the newcomer (<strong>Kate</strong>) with a smile.<br/><br/>The smile stayed frozen on her lips. Myrrin had never seen anything like that before. A centauress? But no, she had the face of an elf. And yet, there she stood on all four legs. How could this be? Reminding herself firmly that it was rude to stare at paying customers, Myrrin curtseyed to the elfin-centauress. "Welcome, miss! May I offer you a drink? Some wine, perhaps?" For she had noticed that the new customer looked a little flushed. Perhaps a drink could cool her down.