She found your antics amusing

Foxy opened a paper fan and giggled. "Interesting. My name is Inoue. Tomoe Inoue,"

You noticed that her given name 'Inoue', while meaning 'on the well', sounded a bit like 'Inu' which meant 'dog' . If that was the case, it would explain why she ended up with the moniker, since the kanji for the word fox contains 'dog' and 'melon'. "Do you like melon?" you asked.

Inoue sighed. "I like melon bun, if that counts. And yes, that's how I got the name," she said, confirming your suspicion. "You have to learn not to dig too much a woman's secret or you wouldn't become popular,"

"It's our secret," you conceded.

"Now then, what kind of woman you would like to fuck? a virgin, someone's wife, a widow, or perhaps," Inoue batted her eyelash suggestively, "you would like to fuck me?"

You noticed that something didn't seem right. The way Inoue described the offering, it seemed as if there were a lot of women involved. You thought that a large brothel would have at most twenty people; most would struggle to offer even ten. "You offer more people than that American brand of ice cream?"

"Of course, but by appointment,"

It seems that there's something deeper going on here.