Brace stood outside the door to the large whorehouse warily. The recluse criminnal Mogrit was hiding inside. He had hired a young woman to help him. Mogrit would use her as a sextoy and Brace would find him after [/align]he had had his way with her. There was a high price on Mogrit's head. He whispered, "Ready? We go in, you find Mogrit. Pretend you're a whore, fuck him, and then I kill him." Go find him in the back."