Chapter Nineteen
The madam had good manners and tried to give her établissement a bit of cachet. The original rooms had been multiplied by wooden partitions so the house could harbour more prostitutes. The partitions had been painted a lively yellow and the wall carpets tried to suggest a cosy atmosphere, but they couldn’t hold back the sounds of male desire.
Denis was led to a frail brunette with almond eyes and a sadness around her lips. Although she averted her eyes almost immediately, he caught her regarding his empty right sleeve. She smiled, in a gesture of deference and asked softly if the party at Le Grand Monarque had been pleasurable. She was trained well, groomed to please. Was that his way of thinking about women? He didn’t get the time to worry about that. To his surprise, h
