Man at War – Excerpt No. 102

Grace smiled, a mischievous little smile that hinted at her true vampire nature. She’s been buttering me up for this.

“You sometimes talk about having your own bordello,” Grace said.

The pieces fell into place and Evelyn now knew precisely where Grace was headed with this. It’s not a bordello per se.

Information was power and the powerful loved beautiful things. If Evelyn was head over heels for this one, it was safe to presume that many men would covet her. I could make a fortune on selling her body by the hour.

a cinematic photo of a 1915 Canadian bordello at night with women in lavish dresses and feathers, adorned with pearls and diamonds, surrounded by surveillance equipment, thick smoke fills the air, gas lamps and chandeliers illuminate the scene, women of diverse skin colors and facial features, including some with elegant hats and gloves, amidst a backdrop of rich velvety curtains and dark wooden furnishings, with old cameras and phonographs, in a warm and intimate color palette with deep shadows, photography style reminiscent of the early 20th century.

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