Head for the brothel

Reaching the large oak house that laid just outside a very rough-looking part of Gordor, but still in the merchant quarters, Thyra stepped inside.
The place looked very sophisticated, with a large hall inside the double set of oak doors.
At the end of the carpeted room stood a large desk, behind which sat a busty, raven-haired woman, who Thyra recognized as an elf (she had forgotten who she was and where she came from, but not what other races looked like), and who was looking at Thyra.
“Yes?” The woman asked nonchalantly.
“I’m here about the job-offer.” Thyra said as she leaned against the tall desk.
“Alright, the madam will see you upstairs.” The elf clapped her hands, a door opened almost instantly and out stepped another busty girl, this one also black-haired but human, dressed in very revealing white lingerie.
“Zanya, take this woman to see the madam. Tell her that she’s looking for work.”
“Yes Faile.” The blonde woman motioned for Thyra to follow her as she set off up the stairs.
They walked in silence all the way up to the fourth and top floor, where Zanya told Thyra to wait outside while she informed the madam.
A minute or so later, Zanya came out again and told Thyra that she could enter.
Well inside the large, dimly lighted room, Thyra could see a huge bed, in which another busty elf, this one with golden hair, laid. Two naked girls lay by her side.
“So, you’re the new girl then?” She said as Thyra stopped a few feet from the bed.
“Yes.”
“Good. I am the madam of this establishment, my name is Venea. Let’s see if you’re good-looking enough. Undress!”
Thyra did as she was told, soon standing naked before the bed, not knowing what to think of the situation, except that it aroused her.
“Magnificent indeed! But there is more to being a good harlot than just having a fine body.
We serve nobles, and nobles demand good service, and a readiness to conduct a certain amount of debauchery. There will be a test, conducted right now.”