Far beyond the castle walls, beheld in the shadows of Devon's underbelly, stood a brothel. Unlike the rest of its industry, the Brother called 'Goddess' Mercy' was always a lavished den of silk and sin.
Once, its marbled walls had been the exclusive playground of nobles, a place where whispered secrets and indulgent pleasures mingled with the scent of perfume, opium, and candle wax. The missus of the place, the woman who had controlled the women and the entire guests were better known as Lady Ursula.
She was once a famous courtesan herself until a day came where she decided to build her own empire. Her success have always been evident in the silk draped corridors and jeweled chandeliers, a place that had never ran out of patrons.
But times had changed.
