"Oh, its mister Reverb again." A different woman opening the door this time, she swung it open with well versed motion. Dressed in a blue rather manly tunic, with revealing forms yet more decent than the last one. Her hair was cut short, a dark brown and plain brown eyes stared at him for a while before waving him inside.
"This way, the usual i presume." She said teasingly, lingering in the doorway before opening a path for him to enter by turning backwards on her heel, already wandering off to show him the way inside.
Waves of perfume latching on to new air, clawing its way trough his nose. "It was my shift at the door now, so forgive me if you were expecting someone else." Whiter and more puffed up with makeup to enhance her looks and make her slightly special. Not too special, and not too exotic much like that other woman had been.
"They are fake you know, those large breast's. It's because size usually turns on the simple minded. They were invented 30 years ago and are very popular. If it keeps growing in popularity who knows. Maybe even the nobles will start using them."
Giggling slightly for herself, maybe expecting a reply or maybe not. Reverb was unusual and not a regular customer and very odd compared with most other Connlaothian's.
"Can you imagine that? No more flat chest's. The way we do it doesn't even cause harm to the body or anything like that.
" Everything in the hallway made of stone and wood, like a miniature back alley with several doors each one for each customer. Eddicus was not a hard man to deal with, rather childlike and very hands on. She could tell by the way he behaved, the stoic expression and his movement that he wasn't about to deviate.
"Your not too keen on physical contact are you? We could arrange something different or well anything for the customer, you know?" Slightly hesitant upon opening the designated door, revealing a rather plain themed room with a large bed. The dim light from a almost burned out candle guiding eyes towards a desk. The wooden desk contained a fairly large paper with a decently amount of writing upon it.
"Sorry if it ain't her, it is just that she left recently and said written word might be enough." Standing there tasting the fragile truth of her life balancing in this man's thread. Nervously licking her upper lip in unconscious fear. Slightly expecting an angry outburst yet hoping for something else.
