The Colonel would hardly know what he had just stepped into. Our most gullible man in uniform was led to this establishment on the recommendations that this Zara lady possessed the warmest of dispositions, who was most suitable for his wounded core. Indeed, the decorated officer was a changed man ever since he returned home from what was coined the fateful Charge of the Light Brigade, where out of the 500-odd who took part, only 20 lived to tell the tale.<br/><br/>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/97/CatonWoodvilleLightBrigade.jpeg)<br/><br/>"Survivor's guilt", as some of the leading medical minds came to call it. But Flashman knew not of it. His own journal was filled at first with meticulously-detailed logs of his campaigning, and most recently devolved into the deranged ramblings of a most troubled mind. His aide came upon one of those few latest entries, decided to turn a tidy profit by informing it to Flashman's erstwhile colleagues, who in turn decided to play this prank upon him. The entire raison d'être of his visit was not an entirely unmitigated farce, however. If there was any grain of truth in this recommendation, it was that Zara was known to favor the most exotic and odd of gifts.<br/><br/>As Flashman was led into her bedroom, he had the good graces to close the door behind them, not once uttering a word till their privacy was secured. Despite his stoic outwards appearance, the smoldering of desire in his steely gaze was evident, just as her own dark, dangerous orbs considered his own frame. While he knew just what he came for, he was surprised at the palpable relief when the whore struck up a semblance of a conversation. Often enough at the other whorehouses, the girls simply spread their legs and didn't care how or why he did it.<br/><br/>"Some may think so, m'lady. I did what I was told to do, and now, all they need me for is to chat with royalty, shake hands and extoll the boons of enlistment to foolish young boys."<br/><br/>Grateful now that he hadn't slipped his gloves back on, his fingertips were raised to brush against her jawline lightly, dragging them up against the lobe of her ear before slipping them through her dark tresses, lingering there whilst sampling it for the first time.<br/><br/>"I am here... for my esteemed peers have confided in me that you have what it takes to serve my... needs."<br/><br/>The vision of Zara at the piano just moments before... while he had his doubts with word of mouth alone, that brief performance was all it took to utterly convince him that his choice of whore was most ideal. Surely, any lady who could produce music of that delicate quality must be most well-bred.. and gentle.<br/><br/>"I trust that you have a heart most gentle, m'lady?"