The brothel that found need for a priest was in shabby condition. It was no Diamond Pony. This was just a place of closed doors to hold the beds for the ladies and their customers. The dark atmosphere seemed more heavy with the feeling of death among them.

Helena was near her end as she'd been taken by illness, and her pale figure was now looking more dead than alive. She had wanted the priest to come even though she hadn't been to church in years. She had a lot to confess to but was too short of breath to get far. 

Maddie stayed at the end of the hall to give her and the priest their privacy but would walk him out at the end. She was thinking over the situation. That woman was five years her junior and was one of the sweetest and prettiest girls of the place, it was a shame it happened to her. 

To avoid the oppressive topic, which would only become clearer when she did pass, the woman started to think of how surprising it was he had even come. Most wouldn't want to risk their reputation to enter such a place, even more wouldn't wish to speak to women like themselves, thinking they were already lost sheep.