Kubard smiled widely when he saw the brothel and chuckled when a few women waved at him, calling his name. He lightly smirked and took a swig of his drink before tossing the empty bottle away. He walked inside and glanced around, humming in thought.
Madam walked over to him and smiled politely. "And, what are you looking for for tonight's pleasure, Kubard? We've gotten a few new ladies, fresh faces for you to enjoy."
Kubard scratched his chin in thought and looked around, the new girls popping out to him. He hummed and stared at one girl on a couch with another man. The man was quite large (still smaller than himself, of course) compared to the girl and was hugging her close, his face buried in her cleavage. Instead of the typical faux-pleasurable expression he was used to, the girl was obviously distressed and was pushing feebly on the man's shoulders.
He frowned and walked over, commenting to the Madam, "I think I'll save this damsel from her distressor."
Madam lightly smirked and sipped from her glass. "Try not to break anything this time."
He waved his hand and patted the man's shoulder. "Hey, buddy, mind if I get a turn?"
The man glared and straightened up, holding the girl to his side. "I already paid for my time with her, wait your turn."
Kubard shrugged and offered his hand to the girl. "She's obviously distressed and doesn't want to be with you. Can't imagine what you'd do to her in the bedroom. Come here, dear, you'd have much more fun with me."
The girl, lifted her hand and flinched when the man beside her pulled her to him tighter, drawing a yelp from her pink-painted lips. The man glared at Kubard. "Back off, pal, she's mine."
Kubard sighed and grabbed the front of his shirt. "Alright, I tried being friendly. Let's go outside."
The man paled when Kubard easily lifted him and let go of the girl as Kubard carried him out, throwing him out the door and into the street. Kubard nodded to himself and walked over to the girl, plopping back onto the couch beside the girl, stretching his arms over the back of it.
She shifted nervously and glanced up at him, keeping her head down. She glanced at him and softly said, "Thank you for that, sir. How should I repay you?"
He hummed and glanced over at her, taking in her appearance. The makeup she wore made her seem younger than she actually was and she wore soft pink lingerie under a short black sheer robe. "Just get a cup and a jug of your finest drink. And, which room is yours?"
She lightly bit her lip and glanced up at him nervously. "It's upstairs, third on the left. It's the princess-themed room."
He nodded and patted her head, feeling how soft her short blonde was. He stood and walked to the room. He turned on the dim lights first and blinked at the soft pink lights before turning on the regular lights.
The bed was very cliche princess themed with the four-posted bed and sheer drapes, ready to be closed at tugs of the ribbons on each of the posts. He sat in the plush chair in the corner and tugged off his boots, setting them beside the small table. He stood and walked over to the bed, easing himself onto the soft matress. He grunted in surprise when he sunk into it and settled back against the small mountain of pillows.
He inhaled and smiled slightly at the soft sweet scent of the room. The girl nudged the door open and stiffened slightly at seeing him on the bed. She quietly nudged the door shut and relaxed when she realized he was still fully clothed.
She padded across the soft carpet and set the jug on the nightstand on the opposite side of the bed. She carefully poured the glass full and offered it to him. He took it and motioned for her to sit beside him.
She climbed up on the bed beside him and tugged the robe around herself as it shifted. He hummed and sipped some of his drink, letting it linger on his tongue before swallowing it.
"You're a new girl, what's your name?"
She jumped slightly, glancing up at his face. "Oh, um yes, sir, I'm new. My name's Alice."
He chuckled softly and shook his head. "No need to be so formal with me. I'm Kubard, you might've heard of me."
She nodded slightly. "Okay, Kubard. Yeah, Madam's mentioned you before. She said you mostly like to drink, but you do have fun with the girls too on occasion. And you tell a lot of stories."
He smiled and nodded. "All true. So, you're Madam's newest princess. You must be something special."
She smiled slightly and shook her head. "She just said I look the part the most. I do enjoy all the softness it comes with it. I just wish my," she cleared her throat as her cheeks flushed, "clients weren't so rough."
He hummed in thought and nodded, finishing off his cup. He held it out and she refilled it obediently. He smiled and drank some, letting himself relax into the pillows.
He held out his arm and smiled charmingly. "Come lay on me, princess. I just want to hold you, maybe tell some stories."
She nodded slightly and carefully moved closer, gingerly tucking herself into his side. She rested her head on his chest and lightly placed her hand on his chest. He gently tucked her close and smiled as she flushed.
"Want to know how I got this scar here?"
She looked up as he pointed to the scar over his eye and nodded slightly. "Sure."
He grinned and finished off his cup, setting it on the nightstand closest to him. "Well, it was on the top of a mountain and it was given to me by a three headed dragon."
She softly gasped and her eyes widened as she stared at him. "Nu uh! Dragons aren't real!"
He chuckled and lightly squeezed her hip. "Well, they were! And I slayed the mighty dragon myself! Now, quiet, I can't tell it if you keep interrupting."
She nodded rapidly and settled down, resting her head on his chest as he started from the beginning. She smiled widely and he grinned as he retold his most famous story to her. From climbing the mountain to killing the beast, he watched her facial expressions change from everything from fear to awe and listened to her softly gasp at the particularly scary spots.
He smiled as her eyes started drooping and carefully laid her back, pulling the blanket over her. She jumped slightly and blinked awake at him, mumbling incoherently. He chuckled softly and patted her head as he stood up.
"Get some rest, princess. Don't worry, I'll return to tell a new story tomorrow."
She smiled slightly and settled back, curling up on her side. He smiled as she dozed into a light sleep and turned off the main lights, leaving the dim pink lights on. He quietly closed her door and fished out a handful of gold coins to give to Madam on his way out.
Madam glanced over the coins and raised an eyebrow. "She is not worth this much, Kubard. Especially since you only seemed to speak with her."
He grinned and pulled his cloak on, clasping it. "Nah, she's worth it. Give the extra to her, let her go out to the market and buy something she wants. I'll be back tomorrow, so make sure she's ready for me."
Madam hummed and handed the coins to the accountant that came by. "Of course. Shall I tell her wear something more sensual?"
He hummed in thought and shook his head. "No, just tell her to wear somthing comfortable. I'll be back, Madam."
Madam nodded and smiled to herself as he let himself out of the brothel. An older girl raised an eyebrow at her and rested a hand on her hip. "Are you playing matchmaker, Madam?"
Madam simply smiled coyly. "Of course not. Now, let's get Alice some more comfortable clothing as requested."