<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>Jereil spent a good two hours in his 'rented' room above the Mounted Steed's bar before coming down for his 'morning' drink.  He refused to start his day without a workout, followed by a spongebath; one could never be too clean or fit, he thought, even if his partners often weren't.  He'd woken up beside two other men some time before to relieve himself, but when he woke for the day, they'd both left.  At least they didn't forget to donate to his well-being, so he'd get to drink and eat for another night.<br/><br/>Dressed in his finest, as always, he descended the staircase and sprawled himself across the lap of one of Marcus' first customers of the night.  It didn't matter what he looked like or where he came from, just that the man was willing to let Jereil do as he pleased, which often lead to pleasure, and a monetary reward on Jereil's part.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- open<br/>location -- lower floor; at a random table on a random lap</div>