Chapter 17: Yellow Flower
Because of their beauty and certain skills, lapdogs were widely desired by the other dogs, while often treated like pets in whorehouses and made to crawl on leashes.
Candela - Chapter 1 - The NeedleWort Dealer
Where the whorehouses and brothels are. and that's when you don't spend the night." "that doesn't mean..." amber placed a finger on her nose. "each time you come back smelling of a different perfume. good perfume.
Need Part IV - Interwoven
"but should it get out that you visited your father on his deathbed, and he died hours later whilst you were in a whorehouse, however well regarded..." it didn't sound good, and once more tobias cast his gaze up and down the hall.
Death's Blood Ch. Twenty-Two: Cracks in the Glass
I remember the time i destroyed the whorehouse in manusdale, the sight of the inferno in my head. when i was there, i heard the stoat mention claud mourning his brother's death. when he stops grieving is out of the question.
Black Meridian 05: The Contortionist
Informed me that he wouldn't even let her outside, and even hit her...she could quit, sure, but who else is going to employ a talented contortionist besides a whorehouse?" "oh."
Locked...
. \*\* it had been late midday when ari had taken him to the whorehouse, late evening by the time he'd woken up after passing out. cameron was still very much intoxicated, and groggy as he slowly came to.
The Secret of Hoyt's Farm : Chapter 21
The whippets all but ran the whorehouse right under agnes' nose. "fine." mitchell finally turned away again, "but this better not interfere. don't forget why we're here, dear brother." "it won't, and i haven't."
Mutt Part 5
This rich old oil tycoon bulldog walked into a whorehouse and got himself a room with one of the prostitutes. when he took off his pants he only had a three inch cock. the whore said, "who do you think your gonna please with that."
Death's Blood Ch. Thirteen: The Weight of the World
He continues, "everything is better than living in a whorehouse, but poverty leads to desperation." he knows nothing. "i know the meaning of that mark. be careful who you 'elp, lass."
Birthright II: Intention
I could've been sold to a whorehouse. fed a steady diet of stale flatbread and patrons' seed. at best i hoped maybe i'd be a merchant's maid. instead i was snatched up by a prince. an unexpectedly gentle soul. i never dared dream it...
Café Plaisir: Shadow Of Eclipse: Introduction
He sat back on his haunches and spread his arms wide, "welcome to café plaisir: the _greatest_ whorehouse in all the midwest!"
The long walk home
"if that pair is going to be working the whorehouse... i may just live there until my coin runs out." it was said in a leering derisive tone, one big mud cover farm worker to the other as they looked over the handsome colts. "hehehe..."