I just wanted to write a short starter to see who would be interested in me continuing. Thoughts?
Through smoke and sweat, the air of Red's Travelling Entertainments was all but perfume. They had taken roots in the town of Colby for so long now you could smell it in the air outside. Each girl chose a room of the abandoned warehouse that Red herself had found and acquired, their generous mistress allowing them to share and pair as they pleased.
Business was good, as any mining town could be, and Red, and therefore her girls, were rich. They bought more dresses and corsets in a month than they had in their entire lives. She was good to them, and just as good to her customers.
Tonto had been twice. Madam Red hadn't seen an Indian on her residence before, but when Tonto first arrived, the place was no different. In a place of whores, no man cared that Comanche had sat in the same chair and drank from the same glass. As long as they got what they came for, they were more than satisfied.
She had watched the Indian from her balcony. He wasn't a normal man to her, not in the fact of his rarely-seen race or body paint, but in the way he held himself and treated the ground at his feet. He seemed to carry burden, but walk carefully as to not spill it on someone else. Needless to say, Red was far too intrigued by his third visit not to see him privately.