<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTACZUR0xNKJkI6IBPOjjNaecx-SlPpfJFrUzKCfEEb8wsQcSBUsg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Gareth<br/><strong>Alias</strong>The Virgin<br/><strong>Location</strong>front row of the brothel floor area<br/><strong>Time</strong>evening<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>as depicted<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Alice<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gareth watched in awe as the blond ate her meal and an innocent groan escaped his lips. "Oh...wow!" He reached out and placed his hands tenderly upon Alice's blond head. The woman would easily be able to feel his hand tremble over her. It was more then clear that this was Gareth's first time to received such pleasure. As she sank down his hard length the innocent could help but thrust shamelessly into her mouth. Already a pain that was pleasurable was building quickly inside him. "What...what's going on?!" He carried in supprise. Gareth's cock throbbed within the woman's lush lips as the pleasure built to fervor pitch in the youths body.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ca/67/03/ca67038a7b88d4a091bc6d566539d08c.jpg)</div><strong> Name</strong>Anahita<br/><strong> Alias</strong>The Lady, Nimue<br/><strong> Location</strong>Main stage<br/><strong> Time</strong>Day one, evening<br/><strong> Wearing</strong>A pale blue, basically through thong<br/><strong> Tagging</strong>Her Prince<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eyes met and heated looks were exchanged and although The Lady was used to wearing outfits of such scandalous material or lack of material, something about this particular patron made her blush a delightful rose hugh spreading over her high cheek bones. Her song came to an end and the final note was sung at such a pitch that members of the audience sitting at the front of the stage had their glasswear crack under the pitch.  Still a chorus of wolf whistles and some coins were thrown on the stage as she inclined her head in acknowledgement of the audience.<br/><br/>The Lady walked gracefully down the stairs a slow elegant slink, each foot fall placed with precision. Her blue eyes never left her Prince. The female recognized the male on some sort of level she didn't know who he was for sure but something deep inside was calling to her. She stopped and a spot light back lit her as she placed and elegant hand on her hip, titling her head she gazed at him enquiringly. Would the male summon her to his side? A pink tongue slid from dry lips and she slowly licked her tongue over plump lips.<br/><br/>Her voice could be if she chosen heard above the general babble however the blond hair woman chose not to say a word outloud instead she slowly mouthed "Do...you...want.........me" although it was a question no answer was not necessarily required, as the beauty could decided to have him without his permission. Her Prince might even enjoy it!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c0/85/a6/c085a6818614467e4e2a1f5d5b03105e.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Ottava Harp (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=282404.0)<br/><strong> Alias</strong>Lyric<br/><strong> Location</strong>Arriving back at The Brothel<br/><strong>Time</strong>Evening, Day 3<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>A long golden cape with a deep hood, Gold bra and thong<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Alice<br/><hr/><br/>Ottava stood outside The Brothel and rolled her shoulders. Sucking in a deep breath pushing her small breasts forward exposing creamy skin bound in golden thread to the crisp air. Holding her breath for a moment the female then let the breath out slowly as she gazed in awe at her little establishment. Ottava remembered the day she had bought the surprisingly deceiving little cottage in the woods and the rude (not the sexual kind) comments the bank manager had said when he found out quite what she was buying the establishment was for.<br/><br/>The female remembered walking away with anger in her heart and a clear mind, she would show him! She would show everyone that they wouldn't know what hit them when Lyric and her girls opened those doors........several years later and look at this place! Ottava had seen in the good, the bad and ugly times. She had seen through the times when no one had entered the brothel but now her rooms were packed with Patrons and she had the best staff a girl with a golden harp could ask for!<br/><br/>Ottava crossed the path that led to the door and opened it, stepping inside her path briefly met the muscle that protected the brothels girls, the being leaned down menacingly before it's black eyes widened in recognition. Ottava didn't need to show her face, because there was none who wore gold quite like her. Stepping within the main room she took a quick look around taking in happy men and women getting their hearts desire. Alice had done a good job, the hooded figure strode forwards and took up a love seat, beconing a waitress she ordered a bottle of champagne "Bring me Alice" she demanded and the waitress scuttled of to do her bidding. Clearly the owner of the brothel was being a patron tonight!