Myrrin listened open-mouthed to<strong>Arania</strong>'s story, and began to blush furiously when she did find out what was beneath the elfin-centauress' cloak. Even more wonderful to her, however, was the power of Arania's 'salve'. When Arania had finished telling her tale, Myrrin did not know if she should pity the lady, or be afraid of her. She decided there was no reason for the second, however; Arania seemed nice enough despite her painful youth. And Myrrin had been brought up to think that everyone deserved to be loved, no matter who they were, or what they looked like. "I am sorry for your past, Mistress... But rest assured that you will not be stared at or ridiculed here. Tiffany's brothel is quite used to having customers of a different sort." She smiled at Arania, and curtseyed. "You will always be welcome at Tiffany's. And I hope you will enjoy it here too."<br/><br/>Hearing<strong>Master Roserot</strong>call for red wine, Myrrin hurried away to serve it. As she went behind the bar once more to get the special brew kept for regulars like Master Roserot, Myrrin heard the door slam shut once more, and a voice (<strong>TheRomanticPerv</strong>) shout for whiskey. "Coming right up, sir!" she called back. Filling a glass full of the liquor too, Myrrin hurried back to the lobby to serve both the red wine and the whiskey. "Here you go, Masters. I hope you will find our company as pleasurable as the drink!"<br/><br/>All this while, Myrrin was aware of Tiffany herself, and two other girls who worked at the brothel, Taryn and Fae, enjoying themselves with a customer, an admiral by the looks of him. Myrrin wondered why the other customers did not join in. Perhaps they were still too busy watching the show...?