Cameron stumbles up to the door a moment or two behind Irene, panting, a light sheen of sweat that had blossomed on her face during her ride taking on new life now in the moonlight. She laughs, bent over slightly as she tries to catch her breath, damning herself for coming in just behind the woman who had offered her a round. No matter, though. She had enough blood money left over to pay for a good bit of fun for quite a while, no need to be a penny pincher just yet.<br/><br/>"Y... yeh..." she stammers a bit, laughing between wheezes, catching her breath, "Yeh dinnae say anythin' about runnin'," she says with a grin and a laugh up towards the other woman, reverting to that thick brogue.<br/><br/>Her back meets the wall of the mansion, looking about the outside of the impressive building, "Y'know, I've seen my share of brothels and this, well it's damned impressive," she laughs again, the bit of sport putting her in quite the jovial mood, "These ladies done quite well for themselves haven't ey?" She takes a step back, admiring the structure, "Right little palace they got 'emselves here. Better 'n half the rooms I slept in when flittin' about the mother country, I cn' tell you that much."<br/><br/>She reaches back, lifting a pouch that hung by her waist and undoing the snap on it, peeling it away from her belt. She jingles the contents in front of the other woman, "Well y'won fair and square, Sweet. Lucky for you I got a canny bit o' chink on me here, so first round's on me" she smiles as she pushes the door open, stepping inside.