They arrive

You look forward to meeting the Doge's expert. In your lust-driven quest to start a brothel, you neglected to think over the fact that you know basically nothing of business. Experienced advice would be most welcome. Hearing a knock on your door, you go to open it. You are quite surprised to find a woman. She looks the very image of a Venezian noblewoman. A very beautiful and pale (by Venezian standards) face is framed by dark hair, which is finely braided close to her head. Her dress seems to be of very high-quality silk, and it fits her beautifully. Slim yet soft-looking arms, uncovered, meet where her hands clasp humbly in front of her. Yes, by every account she looks to be an idealized version of a female of the nobility, except for the fact that her tits are out.

"Who are you?" you say, talking to her but looking at her breasts. They are moderate sized, but very perk and well-shaped, fitting her body type very well. She laughs a sultry laugh. "I'm Lucrezia, the expert sent by the Doge, of course. May I come in?" she asks with complete politeness. You move out of the way, still confused. "Uh, sure, come in." She glides in gracefully, taking a seat at the table and looking back to you. "L-look, I know the Doge wants my help, but he can't buy me with sex." She laughs again, less sultry this time. "I'll have you know, good king, that I am no simple whore. I am one of the finest courtesans in all of Venezia. I'll have you know that sex is only one of my many talents" she says with a sly smile. You stay where you are, still confused. "Please, sit with me. The Doge said you are entering the business, and few know it better than I. Come, let's talk." You aren't sure if it's a good idea, but you do as she says. Even sitting down you can't help but stare at her pretty breasts. They don't even look vulgar on her, more like they were taken from a fine statue. "Oh, young men are all the same" she says, smiling.

Each of you sips a glass of wine she poured as you talk. "It's a good business, mine. Whether it's common whores or fine, nay, elite courtesans such as me, there's plenty of money to be made." She takes a sip. "But plenty of places to go wrong as well. Poorly managed, it can be more trouble than it's worth. Tell me, what sparked your interest." You twiddle your thumbs nervously, looking down. "Uh, well, you might say a good experience." She laughs hard, covering her mouth to not spit up her wine. "Must have been some good pussy, eh? The castle girls not putting out?" Despite her profession, this is actually the first time in your long talk that she has used language so crass. Blushing, you collect yourself. "Basically, yeah. I saw good business in it." She leans across the table, looking you in the eye despite your avoidance. "Sounds like you saw a good chance to get a consistent supply, or am I wrong?" Well, she's not. She takes your silence as a "yes". "It's ok to indulge a bit, I don't know a pimp who hasn't, but you have to approach it as an actual business not a private pleasure house if you want to be successful."

"First, you need your concept. High or low-end, you have to find your market and stick with it. You also need security, and you need to make sure the girls aren't sick, and you have to keep good accounts. That's just the vague outline, we can get into details later" Thus far your head is swimming from info overload. She notices your trouble and sighs. "Ok, take a break. We'll talk more later." She gets up and walks over to the end of the room. There's a harp there, made of solid gold. You thought it just for decoration, but she takes a seat by it. "As I've said, I have many talents, as all good courtesans should." She begins to play, and it actually sounds rather nice and relaxing. "When we say our job is to 'entertain', it's only partly a euphemism, believe it or not." You have to say, you're quite impressed. Perhaps you should style your business more high-end, like this woman.