Cameron swept her hat from her head as soon as she entered the Madame's room, placing it gently on the dresser. She smiled a bit at the Madame, her hair falling around her shoulders as she turned to shut the door behind her. Her boots clicking on the floor below her, she walked forward and took the letter from the woman's outstretched hand, unfolding the crisp paper before her, thumbs brushing across the text as she cleared her throat and began to read.<br/><br/>“Dear Madame Starr,<br/>I have not been long in this country, in fact I've spent even fewer nights anywhere near this town of Oasis, but still I've heard more men than I can count, in bars and public houses that dot the horizon, raving of the comfort and particular hospitality of your saloon. I've been on the receiving end of hours of glowing praise heaped upon you and the ladies in your care. Because you seem so revered and your business sought after so desperately, I write to you with a request and a proposition.<br/>My request would be to spend a night with one of your girls. I know that must strike you as unusual (or perhaps it will soon), but I assure you that payment for any services rendered is well within my capabilities, if services are possible.<br/>My proposition, I'm afraid, also comes in the form of a request, that of lodging at your establishment. I'm not aware of how many ladies may have come calling at your establishment looking for much the same wares as the men, but I know there is a market there, and it is a niche I can fill. I'm certain you're loathe to turn down a sale, so I'm offering you my talents, as I'm more than willing to fulfill the requests of those women. I know the opportunity to put my services to use may not arise often, as such I'm offering to pay for my rent and board out of my own pocket on those months that see less customers than are necessary to cover my expenses. I assure you, Miss, I'm not looking for a hand-out, or even a steady flow of coin, merely a place to lay my head and some agreeable company to pass some time.<br/>Yours,<br/>Cameron Maccrae”<br/><br/>She finished, clearing her throat a little, the reading of the letter slow going, and providing much of a contrast. The voice of the writing seemed more fitting of a well-off lady of the upper class, not the dusty, sly-smiled rogue of a woman that stood before her.