As Rhianna went to the door, it opened suddenly as she knocked. A heavy-set woman opened the door, only wrapped in a large cloth for modesty as waterdrops dripped onto the floor from her figure. Arching an eyebrow, the woman tilted her head, scrutinizing the younger woman.<br/><br/>"Hmmm?" She mused, her dark brown hair wrapped in a bun, "Are you here for work? Or are you one of the rogues-in-training?"<br/><br/>Demilla seemed to be in her late thirties, like Gerund and Maya, but the woman certaintly didn't seem to be the type to run a brothel... She almost seemed motherly, and Rhianna could more easily imagine the woman knitting a grandchild's winter clothes than buying and selling women.