<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Basement Bar</strong></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>Ellie and Dean re-entered the room and proceeded to have an educational and pleasurable first time for the young man. He tipped her and left, leaving Ellie to shower and re-dress in a different outfit (http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs150.snc1/5570_136940416498_43613481498_3292469_3676341_n.jpg) with red stiletto heels and red lacy panties. She pinned her red curls up and re-applied her make-up before exiting the room and making her way back into the bar.<br/><br/>She figured the night was still young, and as such, she intended to make the most of it. Dean had been a great customer, and she had enjoyed her time with him immensely, but now she was done and back on the prowl. Standing up straight and taking a deep breath, she sashayed confidently into the bar to look around. However, one face she saw there made her stop in her tracks. <br/><br/>Nathan was there. The young New Zealand researcher who was staying at their farm was in the Fucking Gulch! Shit! He could tell her family everything. What would he think of her? He knew her as the sweet farmer's daughter who blushed when he flirted and baled hay with her brother. She'd be humiliated if he saw her here, but she knew there was no way to get around it. Maybe he'd be so wrapped up with Amethyst that he wouldn't even notice her. Swallowing nervously, she tucked a red curl behind her ear and sauntered past him and Amethyst, hoping that he wouldn't see her and that she could escape upstairs. <br/><br/>Hey...a girl could hope, right?<br/>.....<br/><br/>Moved from Brothel Room #1. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124062.new#new)</span>