Chapter Seven
Prince Martin looked down at the w***e he had purchased for the evening. Because his father didn’t approve of Martin bringing whores into the palace, he was forced to visit the red light district. That was fine with Martin. He had more choices that way and if he was displeased with his initial selection, it was easy to change to someone new. Or to add another body to the bed. Or to ask the madam for toys or restraints. The possibilities were nearly endless.
And the whorehouses didn’t mind if he created a minor problem or two. An injured w***e. A broken bed. A disturbance where the city guard was called. All of these could easily be dismissed by either Prince Martin’s authority or some coins. There was also the bragging rights and notoriety. What whorehouse wouldn’t want to
