<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/426521770eef5fce028c591ef2fe84a9/tumblr_omnn69ZDr41tvp6noo1_r4_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mathghamhain<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Front Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Supernatural Guest, Mistress Asmodia<br/><hr/><br/>Mathghamhain immediately rose from his seat when he heard the bell, but paused on his way to the portal to respond to his madam. "Of course Mistress Asmodia," he said in his thick Irish accent, before turning back to the task at hand.<br/><br/>Math was dressed as he normally was in a dress shirt and slacks with a golden chains forming a harness over the top. The most important part of his outfit was the thick collar that not only hid the clear cut across his neck but also kept his head in place.<br/><br/>Math considered himself a sort of matradee for the brothel. Not that he was off the menu by any stretch of the imagination, but he had a vested interest in keeping this place running. If he was going to be stuck in this town for the rest of eternity there might as well be something interesting here, and Asmodia had made it much more interesting.<br/><br/>He paused to collect himself before reaching the portal, putting on his best customer service face, before launching into greeting mode. "Welcome to the Velvet Caress, the supernatural's number one stop for sating your more carnal desires. How can we help you today?"