"I will talk from here, Jenette, you may go. I know you are busy." The redhead nodded and took herself off to tend to business. Sonia turned to look at the young Frenchman and tilted her head. "I promise you that your time here will be better than my time was," she led him up the stairs and turned to the left, then entered the fourth door, the one at the end. She opened it to the best lit room, the Southeastern corner, where the windows were plentiful. "I am... well." she lied as they entered.

The room was decorated plainly, but it was spacious, it was furnished with a large, four poster bed, a chest of drawers, and a couch. "I will tell you the same thing I was told when I first came here. Half of your money must sound like a lot to you, but in turn, you get a room like this that is yours to decorate as you please." She gestured, "You also get the use of our maids, cooks, laundresses, and more. Half of what you pay us goes to the staff and the rest is split between the madame and now, myself. You are going to be surprised at how much money is to be had here. This is The Diamond Pony. You will be rewarded richly for things you do well. You are now a courtesan, you cater to... refined tastes more than not."

She paused then and led him around to the hearth which was bare as it was languid summer still. "You may even enjoy the company of the other courtesans if you'd like, but the only rule in regards to that is you must never fall in love. Not with them and not with anyone who buys your services."

She paused again, then leaned against the mantle. Her eyes drifted downward, she was... so soft spoken, so matter of fact. Her eyes told a story, she had seen things, been through things, she'd survived a monster. He didn't know that part of course, but he would know it soon enough, for everyone knew about Magnus, the Whitby Ripper, her esteemed husband, may he rot in hell. "It's nice not to be stared at for once for something everyone else knows..." she murmured. "What's your name?"