Sophie had finished her sunbathing and wrapped her gold netted scarf around her waist. It wasn't meant to cover, but to entice. She took her job seriously.<br/><br/>She slowly made her way to up the rocky shore and towards the front entrance of the mansion when her pager went off. Thankfully she wasn't the type of girl who need much makeup or up-dos, so she wouldn't have to hurry up to her room.<br/><br/>She opened the entrance door to the brothel and sauntered inside, her flat sandals making a light clacking noise as she walked. She didn't bat an eye at the crowd in the lobby or bar. It was always busy in the morning- people checking in, people checking out. She smiled at a few, and said hey to some of the employees that were loitering around.<br/><br/>She walked behind the front desk and automatically began straightening papers and putting things in files while she waited for Mel to finish talking to a customer. "So, who's the one for me, love?" she asked in her thick Spanish accent. When she finished cleaning the desk, being minor OCD and all, she walked around the counter and leaned her hip against it. She was still only wearing her bathing suit and her long auburn hair was still damp from the ocean spray. She tapped a manicured nail against the counter top, not in impatience, but because she had a song stuck in her head that she heard last night.