Fuck it, let's go straight to the Brothel

There are two brothels in Camelot one for high ranked clients with the deceptively gentile name of "_______", and the other down in the wharf district a much cruder establishment known as "_______". Unfortunately only one, the seedier establishment is hiring at this time, still perhaps in making a name for yourself here you may one day earn the right to work as a high class companion.

The madam whisks you away into a private room which smells of recently spilled fluids and begins to look you up and down critically.

"Strip!" Madam commanded sharply.

Your mouth gapes slightly at the sudden command to immediately bare yourself to this intimidating woman.

"For fucks sake lad, your applying to a job as a whore your gonna have to take of your clothes for cruder folk than I. Besides which I would never put out merchandise I hadn't thoroughly inspected myself."

Blushing slightly, more now in embarrassment over your resistance than the disrobing, you begin to undo buttons and slide away the layers of cloth from your flesh. Once you are done you try to stand up straight as your heart hammers in your chest. Nobody has judged your body in such a fashion as Madam, looking you up in down from multiple angles, even prodding at your flesh and checking your teeth as if appraising a horse.

"Physique is good though you definitely need to work on your cleanliness. Your ass is shapely enough though it seems to be scarred slightly with impressions of a switch, naughty boy were we? Now as for your assets..."

Her eyes rove down your body to stare openly at your sex.