<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - October 15th 2011 – 11.35 PM - Basement Lounge</em><br/><br/>She took a sip from her drink and slid onto one of the bar stools. She smiled at Doc's remark and answered,<strong> "Isn't it always, sweetie?" </strong><br/>Her eyes had followed the kid as he went over to Old Man Harris’ office. No doubt a first timer, it could be fun to take those for a spin, even though this one looked especially green to her.<br/><br/>She wouldn’t jump right into it anyway, she liked to finish her drink and observe the room first. Doc was right, it was slow for a Saturday night, but things might pick up soon, hopefully. Most of the ones already in there were regulars, but that also meant that many of them wouldn’t necessarily choose to use the services of one of the girls.<br/><br/>After Old Man Harris had his head nagged off by some of the regulars for the right to just hang out in the lounge for a more reasonable fee and then pay extra when and if they decided to go upstairs with one of the girls, he had allowed it. They paid a quarter of the regular fee, but they bought that privilege by first making twelve proper visits to the Gulch. So every gentleman who was idly hanging around the lounge had spent a good chunk of change at the brothel already. Joshua Harris was no man’s fool…<br/><br/>A couple of the men clustered around her quickly and she spent the next fifteen minutes finishing her drink and listening to a monologue of compliments Thomas Jefferson – another rather haughty pseudonym – directed her way. “Thomas” was really Eunuch Kaminski, the owner of the town’s hardware store and a man who was well into his fifties. His hair was gone but for a band of gray that ran from above his ears around to the back of his head. He had grey-blue eyes that always seemed to have a mischievous twinkle about them.  His arms were muscular and there was only the first hint of a belly. From the little private time she had spent with him the week prior, she also knew he had a very healthy sexual appetite for a man his age.<br/><br/>She could easily entice him back for another round if she wanted to, and perhaps she would do just that later that night. Even though he did not look like Adonis, he was certainly one of the better lovers amongst their clientele, with a big desire for - and a matching skill to - give oral. But Desdemona decided to wait it out a little longer and see who might turn up still.<br/>