The Fontainebleau.

Captain Flint pushed open the massive oak doors that were the grand entrance of The Fontainebleau. The bordello had been designed to approximate the royal French chateaux of the same name, but on a smaller scale, if not as grand in its furnishings and adornments. Marble floors, gilded ceilings and grand mirrored hallways were the order of the day at Fontainebleau. The place lived up to its namesake as far as the Captain was concerned, everything that was to be had within its walls was of the finest quality. She knew from experience, and always found the women of the chateaux to her liking, for that matter the few men she’d trifled with had been more than diverting as well.

As she and Mr. Murdock walked through the foyer, and up to the massive table that served as the check in, a smart looking young girl dressed in a high collared black dress looked up from the ledger she was making an entry in, and at the two pirates walking towards her. The dress was snug fitting, and while it covered almost the whole of her body, it left very little doubt as to magnificent state of her body. Her bust was round and full, and her hips wide.

Unfortunately for the Captain and Mr. Murdock she was not among the stable of girls who did the entertaining. Her name was Marie, she was the daughter of the proprietor of The Fontainebleau, one Madame Renard, and neither was to be molested, or those who did so would pay dearly. Two large Moroccan warriors in the pay of Madame Renard stood, with their arms crossed, and defiant expressions on their faces a few paces behind the desk. Large, golden colored scimitars hung from their belts. The Captain knew there were at least four others in the employ of her. These men ensured the safety of the owner, her daughter and the girls in her employ, as well as the patrons.

Marie looked up from her ledger, over her spectacles, and smiled broadly at Captain Flint, and gave Murdock a friendly nod as the two stopped in front of the desk. “Ello, sugarplum! I’m am so glad to see you back, I’ve missed you.” called a feminine voice from the staircase above them. Emily Flint looked back over her shoulder, and up at Evangeline Carter. The seductively dressed blonde leaned over the rail, her flaxen hair spilling over her shoulders as she looked down upon the trio below her. She was dressed in the finest silken under wear, with a fine blue corset, and a set of black stockings.

“Are you here to visit me?” She called seductively.

“As soon as I finish some business, you silly girl! Now leave us be!” Emily called and she pulled her hat off her head, Murdock quickly following suit. The blonde heaved a great sigh, and thrusting out her lower lip in exaggerated pout fell down onto a plush couch situated against the wall. Other girls waved their hellos as they spotted the two at the desk. Murdock surveyed the area for any sign of trouble, as well as hoping to spot the exotic Oriental he'd spent the next with his last visit.

“So, Captain what brings you here, business or pleasure?” Marie asked.