"She does," Kechara replied to the young Solar.  Granted, there were many beautiful women here at the brothel, but her...something about her particular beauty was unearthly.  Said young woman looked up when Yifa called to her, a faint smile on her face that might cause a lesser person to momentarily catch their breath in awe.  "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie.  I don't think you could afford me..."  She seemed rather apologetic in tone.<br/><br/>"It's her birthday," the Dragon-Blood interjected.  "She just turned eighteen."  A soft gasp from the woman, a hand raised to her mouth.  "Oh, that changes things...I'll be happy to come to your home for the evening.  I'll even stay for the night.  No charge.  Not for a girl like you."  She rose, fluid and graceful, clothes pooling around her lovely form.  "And yes, I know quite well how..."