Gareth Aldrich was in a fantastic mood today. His early morning business ventures had been paying off splendidly, and he was in the mood to celebrate - and some well-timed financial choices had left him with yet more disposable income. Though he was careful with his money in other things, he spent a great deal on wining and dining people he intended to seduce - or, when he wanted results faster, he visited one of several high-class brothels.<br/><br/>Today was a good day. He felt like having fun and going for the sure thing more than taking his time seducing one of the several men and women he had waiting for him to call. They'd be waiting there for him later, after all... and therefore, he headed to the Teahouse - a place he knew he could just spend the money at and have a good time guaranteed.<br/><br/>They knew him there. He visited not entirely infrequently, though his last visit had been some weeks ago. He made appointments occasionally, but it was far more his style to simply show up - he knew someone was usually available. Gender was irrelevant. He could have fun with any of them, or all of them. He brushed at his clothing a bit as he approached the entrance, a mischievous smile on his lips as he let himself in without so much as a knock or a ring of the doorbell, striding into the main hall, the heels of his shoes clicking at the marble floors, the sound echoing through the large hall.<br/><br/>Gareth caught sight of Anel as he entered, and he grinned faintly, his eyes tracing over the young courtesan, his steps halting as he examined him. He was dressed down, perhaps not working right now. He couldn't hold back a slight chuckle, his eyebrow quirking faintly at the pretty young man, clad in rather casual and unbecoming clothes.<br/><br/>"... oh Anel. That outfit does not suit you."