Lance packed his bags he thought that surely living in a whore house couldn't be terrible. By the time he'd finished packing he hadn't realized the hours that passed while he pondered on his descions, in the end he decided to go.
He hopped on the first train to the city and watched the small town in the country side fade away.
When he arrived in the city it was alot smaller then he thought, he'd never been been to the city. He expected red carpets, gold buildings, and houses of silver, so it was to his surprise that the building weren't as fancy as he thought.
The streets were made of concrete, building made of steel and average materials, and houses made of paneling and wood. It calmed him.
He checked his map and slowly made his way to the brothel but not before taking a look around the city. His favourite place by far was the fountain in the middle of the park, he enjoyed the cold water and beauty of the sculpture.
By the time he'd left it was already 7:30 at night his feet were getting tired so he decided to head to the brothel. It was quite the distance but he put up with the long distance. You can bet he was happy to see the brothel after walking for a good hour.
The building looked old and had a wooden sign in the front reading Ivory Lion. It had a feel to it.
From what he knew the building was originally a Teahouse back in the day before it was converted over to a brothel after the civil war way back in the 1800s. Personally he thought the book fit the cover.
He opened the door and stared in shock. From the outside it was alot less fancier.
The floors were sparkling. Sparkling!!
A small boy in green approached him. "Hello there!!" They waved. Oh go does he work here?? He looks like he's four Oh no!! "I work here as a servant, the names pidge, and you're??" They stared at him questioningly, "Lance, Lance McClain."
All he could do was stare the small boy up and down. "I see, you're room I'm assuming you're the one who applied for the job?" They began to walk to Lance's room. "Yeah."
They talked for awhile before Lance went to his room and layed down, sleeping almost instantly.
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sorry it's kinda shitty, I made an attempt.
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The Ivory Lion And It's Stories
FanfictionIt's the 19th century. Lance is looking for a new pace of life. He moves into a brother called the Lions den. He meets keith, the most popular courtesan. Things happen and he ends up falling in love.
