The unique scents of the Stray Cat weren't lost to him, nor were the carefully polished bead curtains they passed through. The lighting was even strange, keeping things dim despite the time of day, and when he was gestured to sit,he moved to obey, but sitting like a normal man in a normal chair was a lot more difficult and painful than he'd realize,a nd he released long breaths of wheezes as he sat and tried to get comfortable.
At the mention of food, he trembled a little, until his eyes moved over the form of someone new and he found himself staring at a woman with barely a thing on. Instantly his cheeks heated to pink and he turned away, towards - who he could only suppose, was his new master, and then began to see past him to....
He instantly dropped his gaze. He might have been a man of Faith, but he knew well enough the implications of a whore house.
A whore house. Had he just been sold into a place of prostitution?