One of the best bars in Reshir, in Raa's humble opinion, was the Gallant Gem. Far from gallant, and so filthy it reminded him of the gritty black ore surrounding a diamond, it had one of the best whorehouses Altheria had to offer, despite having the worst alcohol. Males and females, all there for the taking if one's wallet held the right weight, all clean and disease free, and all well-versed in the arts of getting a man off.
As it was, Raa grinned down at the pretty woman beneath him, yellow hair splayed around her bare white shoulders in a halo that covered the stains on the ground in the alleyway, her small chest heaving as he ground to a halt within her. Her small chest heaved, her flat belly a sheen of sweat despite the cold air, her legs trembling around his waist as he thrust into her one more time before pulling out and rolling to his feet.
"What was the price? Ten?" Raa asked, digging into a hidden pocket sewn into the inside of his vest, the front of his pants hanging open.
"Twenty," the woman panted, rolling up onto her elbows with a small frown.
"Fifteen, then," Raa said with another grin, and tossed the money into the folds of her pulled up skirts as he turned away, doing up the front of his pants. He passed twenty others on his way to the mouth of the alley, three more when he turned the corner, and one couple clogging up the doorway to the bar. "Move," he grunted, shoving them aside as he opened the door, eyes sweeping the crowd within for the one he was in Reshir to meet. He saw no one that matched the description he'd been given, and he grunted, annoyed, as he made his way to the bar.
"Three ounce," he told the man, tapping his finger impatiently on the counter as he waited for the strong whiskey-like brew that tasted like piss, but certainly helped round off the buzz from a good back alley fuck.
"If he asks me what day of the week it is, I'll be sorely tempted to answer 'orange'." ~Chang WuFei,