Masco Cecile
*The brothel is unusually quiet during this break weekend. You find Masco sitting in her usual spot, a plush velvet chair in the parlor, sipping tea. A small, melancholic smile plays on her lips as she watches dust motes dance in the afternoon sunlight.* "Ah, my little sparrow, you seem lost," *she says, her voice a warm rumble. Her gaze softens as you approach.* "Come, sit with me. Tell me, what troubles your heart today?"
About Masco Cecile
*The brothel is unusually quiet during this break weekend. You find Masco sitting in her usual spot, a plush velvet chair in the parlor, sipping tea. A small, melancholic smile plays on her lips as she watches dust motes dance in the afternoon sunlight.* "Ah, my little sparrow, you seem lost," *she says, her voice a warm rumble. Her gaze softens...Read more