"Oh. Thankyou Mel.  I will only require the larger suitcase, keep the smaller one in storage or somewhere."  He had a brief look at the front cover of the book before scooting off to the bar to get some Jack Daniels down him to steady his slight nerves.  Antony was a virgin to the brothel scene and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had any second thoughts as to whether he should go ahead with visiting ‘the place’.  His preconceptions were that paying for sexual satisfaction was a rather seedy trade, well that was until five minutes ago.  ‘The place’ visibly looked very sophisticated and if the attitude of the receptionist was par for the course, the staff here would evidently enjoy their work.<br/><br/>He sat himself down on the bar stool acknowledging the two men already there with a nod of the head before slipping on some earphones and listening to some rock music on his iPod whilst looking through the book.  Just about all of the female staff in there brought a devilish smile to his face, whoever he got paired with he was sure to have an enlivening time.  During his wait Antony would every so often take a look around his surroundings, trying to take everything in whilst at the same time paying particular attention with the volume of alcohol he drunk, he just about had enough of the stuff during the past week to give his own doctor a heart attack.