Aphael was sitting on his couch, sipping the wine Tiffany's girl had brought him. He was watching the patrons and the ladies around him conversing and talking business. He smiled.<br/><br/>The wine was peculiar. The demonic blood in him had given him odd senses and he picked up the trace of an exotic herb in the sanguine liquid. He nodded to himself. It was a herb that was supposed to awaken the lust in men. Well, that's what he was for, anyway. So he enjoyed the wine and he allowed its special property to take effect, building up a pulse of arousal inside of him and feeding his sexual desire.<br/><br/>He raised an intrigued eyebrow when the brothel mistress rang a golden gong and announced an orgy. He considered joining, but he wasn't sure he was in the mood for this... just yet. He finished his wine and waited for Tiffany to turn to him, and he nodded lazily, drawing her attention. He made a gesture for the brothel mistress to come to him.