Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-27550231-20180118002119

(S9)

Jorge looks down at Lady Ashe noticing that she had moved then past her to the brothel. His brow furrows as he squints to see the dancers in the distance.

"Why the hell would anyone make all these places in one building? Especially in eyesight of the main desk..."

He turns back to the desk unaware of Ashe's frown and searches for a menu before giving up and ordering something simple.

"I'll have... two steaks? Well done. And some potatoes. And whatever she orders, I'll be paying for that as well. Oh and some garlic bread."

He looks down at Ashe gesturing her to order before he fully takes in her words.

"Wait what? Delivery? Somewhere private? Where are we going?"