“I shall check to see if my mistress is receiving visitors this afternoon,” the butler said as he closed the door to the lady on the doorstep.
To any passersby, nothing would seem outwardly unusual about a veiled widow calling at a fashionable house in London’s high-end Marlborough Street. But those more intimate with the neighborhood would know that this house was no simple lodging, but rather an elite brothel house catering to the rich and prosperous gentlemen of society, and the woman on the doorstep was no mourning widow.
First Lines Contest 2018: A Gentleman's Bidding
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