> Get to work already!
... alright, it's not so much 'work' as it is 'hide yourself in the laundry room' as is your normal routine. You've been... er... employed here at the brothel for a few weeks now and by some stroke of fate have managed to slip under the radar. You're certain that one of these nights you're going to be called out by that seadweller prick for not actually bringing in any money, but so far, so good. As long as you keep yourself quiet and reasonably busy most workers don't take much notice of you. Which is exactly as you like it. No surprise you're unhappy here. Clad in stockings, corset and panties you're baring far more skin than you'd ever been comfortable with. Though you've managed to duck under the sight of any customers every night workers bathe and dress you, putting their hands all over you. And the customers you do glance at are always eying up the other workers like they're particularly delicious pieces of meat. It's disgusting. Tonight, though, you're finally shooed out of the block although you're making yourself as useful as you can without actually doing your 'job'. So you make your way quietly through the foyer and try to keep your head down. There are plenty of slaves and workers alike who are far more noticeable than you are, after all--exotic blood colours, lovely features, a strange kind of confidence that you can't equate with the amount of skin they're baring. And then there's you, fluffy hair and mismatched eyes, pushing through the foyer with a scowl. What could possibly go wrong?
