Atley Everitt

Atley stepped into the brothel before inhaling deeply, closing his eyes as the smell of perfume, cigars, and opium permeated the air. It had been months since the Whispering Spectre had last docked, and not even Poseidon could have kept him aboard a moment longer when the thoughts of food and flesh were on his mind. He walked through the lounge with confidently, a thick purse of gold clinking enticingly as he moved. His eyes roamed over the offerings of the brothel at his leisure. There were many to choose from. Beautiful women laying about in various states of undress, handsome men scantily-clad and playing dice... but it was movement on the mezzanine above that caught his attention. He noticed CraveU user approaching the stairs, and a devilish grin appeared on his face. He turned to the Madame watching from her desk, dropping his purse atop it with a thud before pointing, "That one's mine tonight." Then he turned, climbing the stairs to take CraveU user by the wrist down the hallway.