The drums and flutes created a mesmerizing tune that floated through the incense filled air. The building was the local brothel in Pompeii, the one where men went when they wanted the utmost discretion for their indiscretions. Outside of the building women and men stood, half naked and calling out to passers-by trying to entice them into the building... for a price of course. One girl though stood quietly against the building, her bangles chiming together when she moved, her long brown hair tumbling down her back. Every so often she would give a smile to someone, but she remained silent and seemed to be waiting.