Ireane closed the door and leaned against it, its rough wood probably leaving its traces on the delicate fabric of her dress. Police always unnerved her, everything from the color of their suits to their stiff demeanor seemed wrong, unnatural... Yes of course she knew prostitution was illegal. The police had known of their brothel for years now, even before she had taken over the business. While they had used it in threats every now and then, so far the police didnt seem to have felt like breaking her home up. She wasn't sure why. Maybe they were still honouring the deal the previous mistress had had with them, information about the right people, traded for the police looking away when she did something illegal... Maybe the few cops that visited here, and the officers that sometimes would get visited by her best girls, maybe they were steering away attention. It could just be that the police knew they had bigger fish to fry, that the girls working here would not get it any better if this brothel was to be closed... Well that probably wouldn't be it. The police wouldn't place the quality of life over their beloved laws.

She stood up straight again, hurrying to the room they had left the bum. The police were gone for now, but there was no way she could let the man run out of the front door... She couldn't let this place get closed. Whatevre the reason was for police to ignore them so far, it was a fragile situation, and simply pissing off the wrong officer would destroy it all. She knew she could live without this place, she was a skilled thief with many talents gained from running a business. And of course her top girls, the one who excelled in arts or math, who knew what to talk about and could entertain people without taking off any clothes, yes they could find another job too. They stayed here because they loved this place, because they knew they were good at what they did. The ones she was worried about though, were the ones who lived at the bottom of the foodchain. They had been forced into this life either by poverty or pimps, and now they didnt know how to get out, they had no skills that would get them anywhere. Even if they escaped a prison sentence, they'd most definitely just end up with some prostitution cartel, this time one where their lifes meant nothing.

Yes, the man had to leave... But not now, not while the police was still around. That meant she'd have to hide him. She opened the door to the room where she had left him, and looked a bit surprised at the sight of the man strapped to the bed. [i]Good thinking girls[/i], she thought, as she made her way to the bed. If the police had forced themselves inside this would have been the best cover they could have. Well apart from her talent... She leaned in to release the man from his handcuffs. "[i]The police will be back later. We'll have to hide you somewhere, and this is not going to cut it I'm afraid..."[/i] She looked at him for a while, studying his filthy hair and the dirty clothes on the ground. [i]"So far I can say you need food and a shower... Don't run away or steal anything, or I will call the men in blue myself"[/i]