Snippet #1528768

I din't sleep, I was up all night attending to his new Brothel. Today was the grand opening I've been planning for 2 months. The Inn that was for sale served me well. He had more than enough saved up from over the years and now it was redone. On the bottom floor there was a stage for performers, both music dance and scandal. A bar with a large selection of alcohol and a few food choices, people came here to have a good time and food should help. On the top floors were the bedrooms where his customers could get a bit more personal with either my employees or other customers. But this isn't an inn,only myself along with my employees can sleep here. For all I have is a thin red headed girl I'd saved from an orgre. Her names Amber but she doesnt talk much.
I opened the doors to my new brothel, freshy painted a soft lavender with red curtains on each window. I walked down the stone path admiring the green grass of the lawn. Then to my rose bushes that ran all along the manor, they were magical, a deep purple stem with red thorns and crimson pedals. They were a thing of demonic beauty. Their scent relaxes and "excites". Their a part of me. Finally reaching the tall black metal fence I opened the door for bussiness at 8 this morning. I don't need to sleep, so I'm not sure those doors will ever close.