RE: The Cat's Meow Brothel *delicious plot and yummy smut*
Still smiling, Vicki would approach the woman with one hand outstretched, meaning to give her a handshake.
"Well now, that ain't right! We try to take care of all our customers here at the Cat's Meow. I'm Vicki, by the way." By the way the blonde spoke, one could tell she signed her name with little hearts above the 'i's. After they shook hands, she would stand up straight, hands clasped in front of her.
"My room is just down the hall," Vicki pointed in the general direction of her room with the non-commital wave of a hand, "I work here, and I was goin' out to the bar for the night when I thought I heard somethin'. Do you mind if I take a seat?" Although the heels she was wearing were her favourite, they were already killing her.