Ethan Chandler

He opened his mouth… and closed it again... he should have just kept walking, instead, he was still standing there, stroking his mustache and wondering how he’d gotten himself into this mess again.
“I live in a mansion… sounds promising, I know... it just doesn’t belong to me, unfortunately, and I doubt I can foist another guest on my host.” He glanced briefly to the side, he knew of one more option… though he’d rather not have had to mention it right away.
“A friend of mine might be able to get you a room... she works at a brothel.” He raised his eyebrows slightly. “A room to sleep in… you’d have to discuss everything else with her yourself....”