The madam of the brothel was a fairly burly, non-nonsense woman, who clearly has some orc blood in her, given her hairy chin and overly large, tusk-like teeth. She might have been pretty once, but that's clearly long past, and she much prefers running her business to participating.<br/><br/>"Well, not often we see someone like you in these parts, but I'm not going to complain if you're looking for work here," she says. "You've certainly got assets in all the right places," she says, approvingly, groping Aquila's tits and ass, almost like she's checking out a horse. "Now, the real question is, do you have the skill to back it up? Tira! Get down here!" she bellows, and, moments later, a tall, lanky dusky-skinned half-drow girl bounds down the stairs, wearing little more than a fairly sheer nightdress, and a pair of panties that does nothing to hide the fact that she's specially endowed. "Yes, ma'am? Oh, another girl? She's a cute one!" Tira says, with a giggle.