The madame nods, and crosses her arms under her breasts, while Tira leans in, plants a quick kiss on Aquila's cheek, then whispers which room is hers into her ear, before flouncing away.<br/><br/>"You're certainly no amateur, and, coupled with your possessions, I'd have to say you're not just a typical courtesan, are you?" She snorts, holding up a hand. "I don't care what your history is, but I will warn you; you bring any trouble under my roof, and I won't hesitate to throw you out on the street. As for arrangements, we'll start with the basics. You'll get your own room. You're expected to clean it and handle the launfry yourself. You can charge what you like, but you pay a quarter of what you earn, or five gold a month, whichever is more. If the man comes in, buys drinks, and you service him, you'll earn a quarter of what he paid for the drinks. Any drinks you have to buy yourself are half price, while working. Any questions?"