The moon was surrounded by stars. An endless universe of stars. That danced, made pictures, and greeted you when you'd look up. It only made you want to stare at them forever. Yet, the stars were hard to see near Bordello. The stars were simply overpowered by all the lights. But the city was just as amazing as the stars. Tall buildings fascinated anybody who walked past, and many boats sat in the water, waiting to be driven.<br/><br/>Thomas walked through the park right outside of the city with a small square piece of paper in his hand. On the piece of paper was company's number, that took up most of the space. Followed by the company's name and copyright sign in the bottom left corner. He'd been looking for the prostitute, named 'Schuyler'. They'd been matched up and agreed to meet eachother at the last bench, just before the entrance to Bordello. He continued to walk, his tight pants not allowing much comfort, and his black shirt hanging loosely off his body.<br/><br/>Anybody who saw him would probably think that he was a bum at first glance. His unshaven beard, not helping. He peered off into the distance and could see the bench, along with a girl standing next to it. He could tell that it was the prostitute, with what she was wearing. Approaching her, he smirked a little before opening his mouth. "...You must be Schuyler. I'm, Thomas."