Flirting was Rose’s job, but flirting when the man was good looking was a lot easier. While her girls were better looking than street girls, the sort more likely to be taken as mistresses and concubines than once off knee knockers -the men had more money but few of them were better looking. Good looking men didn’t need to pay. It was why Rose kept at distance from her patrons – she got paid without spreading her legs and so didn’t sell her own wares.

’Your friends are fools’ she grinned cheekily at him, and then at them, ’It’s never a mistake to go after what you want. And you are clearly a man who knows what he wants, and a man who lets what he wants pass them by is a fool’. there was another bawdy round of laughter. She turned her attention to the gentleman in whose lap she was ensconsed - ’So what is it exactly you want?’, she tipped her own drink down her throat, ’We at The True Hart are here to make all your dreams come true.’

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