<strong>EJ - Unusually nervous - Heading to Harlot's Chambers</strong><br/><br/>EJ could hear the blood pulsing in his ears with each beat of his heart.  His lonely footsteps echoed in the corridors only seen by a select few.  Two champagne bottles were cold and wet against his chest while the third bottle chilled his hand as it swung firmly back and forth as we walked.  He tried to use his visions of the three women to overpower his thoughts of what might happen should Lee Chang find him in his Harlot's chambers.  There was no way of knowing what would happen.  It had been a while, but that edge was where EJ lived.  It's what fueled him.  It was usually mutual and made for extremely risky but passionate encounters.<br/><br/>As he reached the elevator, he rearranged the bottles and fished for the key in his pocket.  He played with it for a bit as he hesitated.  He was unsure whether anyone other than Chang and his Harlot's, with the exception maybe of housekeeping, ever dared enter the hallowed chambers, much less for any type of sexual encounter.  There was some comfort in the fact that he was an invited guest but what happened in those chambers stayed in those chambers.  No stories were ever told.  He could hear the women's voices echoing from above and down the elevator shaft.  They were the siren's call and took over any and every thought he had.  He called the elevator.  He could hear the rattles and pings as the elevator descended.  The doors opened.  As he entered, one last deep breath filled his nose.  The faint scent of jasmine and a touch of the undeniable smell of a woman's excitement was all he needed to turn the key and close the door.