"What's your pleasure?" The Madame asked.
The teenaged boy in front of her cringed.
"I know just what your looking for," She said knowingly, "but you won't find it here. Illelles House of Sin, she'll get you your fix."
The boy quickly thanked her and left.
She Sniffed as he left, that wasn't the first addict who had wandered in looking for a quick fix of misery. She was a woman if integrity and refused to deal in that drug. Her profession may have been one of pain but it was for pleasure, not some drug induced high like those lesser houses.
***
The air was thick with self loathing,a sign of a busy night. Illelle walked through the open rooms of the house attending to clients here and there. they fed off the sorrow her girls emitted. Only the elite costumers felt the sorrow she produced. Her sorrow had been refined over years until it was so strong only a few could safely handle it in its pure form. Even her personal clients only received a distilled version.
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