a very particular lady

Inside the door, the room looked far more classy than one would expect from a brothel. There was lace here and there, lots of pinks and reds as expected, but with lanturns and mirrors and several dressers to make it look more lived in than even a hotel room might have been. There was a large plush bed with an overhanging drape on it, and a woman sat in a large, cushy chair in the middle of the room, facing the door.

The woman had a mature build, soft but appealing and not unfit. Her body seemed well-taken care of, and the fancy-looking garment she wore was a lacey red dress, brightly colored and cut extremely low, impossible to be more than a few inches from her nipples. It brought out her long blond curls as they hung over her shoulders and a bit onto her chest, dainty white gloves ending her arms and white heels on her feet. She gave off an air of a truly dainty, classy woman, for one residing in a whorehouse.

"Lady Shiro," she said with a warm smile.