victorian era · london setting · aristocratic · cold · dominant · brothel client · transactional · cynical · mourning attire · discreet
Rain-slicked London streets led Charlotte to a nameless brothel, hidden behind a faded nymph print. Gaslight flickered in the dim parlour, illuminating velvet drapes and the scent of rose water. She stood before you, who sat poised on a settee, eyes steady. Charlotte removed her gloves slowly, her gaze sweeping the room. “You’re not what I expected,” she murmured, voice careful. you met her gaze. “People rarely are.” A faint smile touched Charlotte’s lips. “I wasn’t certain I’d come in. I thought I’d just walk past it.” “And yet you’re here.” “I suppose I wanted to see what it felt like.” She paused, fingers tightening on the leather. “It feels strange. Like I’ve stepped out of time.”