Ask her what she has to offer

"What else can you do?" you ask her.

"Sorry?"

"And even before that, what's your name?"

"If I may respectfully ask, My Lord, why do you want to know my name?"

You scrunch your face. "So that I can call you. Isn't that obvious?"

"They normally call me 'that' or 'whore' or 'that thing'. There's no need to know my name."

You nod in understanding. It makes sense since the customers wouldn't want to have any attachment to the women they patronized. However, there's no helping connections will be made whenever they visit the women, no matter how small. Even doing it with fake vaginas made from lamb udder can cause someone to have a favorite one to use. Instead, using names would allow them to be closer to the women who will then serve them better. Wouldn't a friend be friendlier? "If you don't want to give me your real name, you can give me a fake one. As long as I don't have to call you a whore or that thing."

"Even though it's true?"

"Yes. You're not the only whore in this place. Don't think you're special and make me waste my time," you scold.

"Sorry, My Lord," the woman says quickly. "I'm Gretha, My Lord."

"Good. Okay, Gretha. What else do you offer?"

"I don't understand. I'm just a woman who sells her body for money."

You roll your eyes at the attempt to be condescending. "No, you're not. You sell a cow for its body, which the butcher cuts into various parts for cooking. You sell time for the customer to spend with you. But even then, what he can do is limited; he can't kill you, for example." You think about it some more. "In the end, you're selling services... no, maybe it's more fitting to say you're selling experience?"

"Experience, My Lord?"

"Yes. Even if the two of you have sex, it is what he experiences. Do you go to sex immediately, or do you talk or do something else?"

"Some like them to hit me in the butt, or call me 'Mom' or 'Mother', or for me to call them 'Father'... Is that what you're talking about, My Lord?"

That's not what you're referring to, although you can consider them later. You recall Dobra and come with something. "Some men would like to listen to singing or talk about something before doing the deed. Can't you do something else apart from spreading your legs?"

"Would it matter?"

"It depends." You think for a moment about how to explain the situation to her. "Why do you go to a tavern?"

"To drink,"

"Yes, to get some ales. But why do they sell foods as well?"

"So that they can get more money," Gretha's eyes widen. "That makes sense. A man can only go twice in an hour. Even if I work on him, the most I can extend the time is half an hour." She eyes you. "Are you saying that we should try to get them to spend more time?"

"Yes." You explain to Gretha that she may want to get a customer to spend the entire night with her and give him a discount if he does so. Every hour that he spends with her, Gretha would charge 1 gorschen. However, if he spends the night, it would amount to just 5 gorchen, which also covers the room and meal. While she could get more than that if she services more people, the idea would lead to a more stable nightly income and extra revenue for the brothel. Besides, making it harder to get her would make Gretha more desirable in his patrons' eyes.

"Why is that, My Lord?"

"Men appreciate something that they have to work for, instead of something easy."

"Even whores?"

"Even whores."

"I see. I don't know how to sing, but I often massage other women to relief their sores. Would that do, My Lord"