Looking for a little company
Subject: Sir William goes looking for a lady of pleasure Who: Sir William Bellamy Where: A pub and brothel in the seedier part of London Warnings: None as yet! Open to: Vivian Thorpe
"We are here your lordship" the brawny coachman called into his employer. Sir William felt his coach stop as he checked his teeth in the mirror of his ivory toothpick case and then pulled on dark grey suede gloves that matched his top hat. He cut a fine figure in a dove grey jacket and dark blue silver waistcoat as he stepped out of the carriage. The two large men riding on the back as livery stepped down and accompany their master to the door of the pub as the carriage went around the corner to await Sir Williams return. The larger of the two footmen waited outside, by the door and the other followed his master in. Sir William turned and tossed him a guinea."Get yourself some food and ale, Crawford. I am not sure how long I will be." "Yessir!" Crawford replied, his fist the size of a child's head engulfed the coin as he turned to the bar. He liked his employer immensely, would do anything for him. Sir William was not harsh, didn't mind his taking a nip or two and had even paid for a wench for him to have on on a few occasions. "And" Sir William continued, tossing another 2 guineas to Crawford "make sure Branson and Milford get their suppers and drink, too."
Sir William looked around at the ladies in the pub. Which one would make his afternoon sweeter? He spotted a talk, pretty redhead in a corner. 'Well now,' he thought 'this one looks unusual! Pretty, nice body and a bit of spark there.' He approached her. "Hello love, bit hot today, isn't it? If you have a thirst, and have no other suitors, I would love to help you with it."