Madame de Medici's house came highly recommended by several reputable friends as the best place for a young man newly arrived to London to find companionship, and Robin had high hopes as he stepped foot inside the establishment.
The last thing he expected to find was a brutish man with a vise grip on a young lady's arm, dragging her up the staircase, seemingly against her own will. Seemingly, in the sense that she was spewing curses at him and trying to hit him with her fist.
Now, one might conclude that in such an establishment like this, it might all be part of the 'game,' so to speak — rumor did have it that Madame de Medici's girls would accommodate certain...preferences for the right price, but Robin only saw a young woman in distress.
"Hold! My good man, what do you think you're doing? Unhand the lady, now, or I fear I shall have to make you." He smirked slightly, lifting an eyebrow as the gentleman whirled around. He winked at the young lady, giving her a flirtatious grin. She certainly was pretty.
