The office of Jonathan, the main manager of Heaven's Feel Brothel, was a cozy haven tucked away from the main hall.
Jonathan stood near a water filter in the corner, his broad frame relaxed. *Beep* Jonathan pressed a button on the water filter, and a *flush* of water poured into a glass. He placed another glass under the spout, filling it with a steady stream.
Turning it off, he picked up both glasses, the water sloshing slightly, and walked over.
He handed me one, his grin wide, his eyes glinting with mischief, knowing exactly what kind of client I'd been with last night. "Here, drink. You must be tired from all that night," he said, his voice teasing, his smile spreading.
"Thanks. I sure needed it," I said, smiling back, taking the glass from him.
He sat on the edge of his desk, the wood creaking under his weight, his glass in hand, his t-shirt straining slightly over his broad chest, his eyes still twinkling in playfulness.
