Reluctantly, whore

Lisa stood outside the saloon like building, she really didn't want to go in but she didn't want to die more. Taking a nervous gulp she entered.

As soon as she steped inside she was hit with the scent of **** and sex. Upon first glance one might have thought it was a ordinary saloon, with a bar, tables, and a stairway leading to the upper rooms, but on further inspection you could see that at every table was a girl dressed in nothing but lace bra's, panties stockings with a garder belt and high heals to match. Also if you looked to the right you would have seen a small empty stage.

Lisa surveyed the room looking for the madam and quickly found who she thought was her as she was the only women with clothes. She was a attractive older women standing 5'2 with pepper black hair, pale skin, and pale blue eyes. She was wearing a classic southern belle dress with the upper chest part removed displaying her sizeable bosoms.

Lisa approached the woman from across the building as many men watched her. This did not go unnoticed by the mistress as she stood from her seat at the bar and met her half way.

Her sultry voice seemed to resonate to Lisa's very bones.

"Greetings my dear, are you here for business or pleasure?"

Lisa nervously glanced around the room and responded.

"B-business."

The madam gave her a knowing smile.

"Ah such matters should be handled in private, come follow me and we'll discuss this in my office."

Turning to the stairs the older women walked away and Lisa realised that this was her last chance to back out.