House of Kisses: A Brothel, King's Landing.

[Velasco]

The handsome and imposing House of Kisses served as the seat and main residence of the Queen of Whores, a guild hall for the ever-growing network of whore houses and other promiscuous operations answering to her beck and call. A Dornishwoman of illegitimate yet bastard extraction, Sylvena Sand has worked her way up to being one of King's Landing greatest courtesans. Her years in Essos had honed the natural allure of one of Nymeria's spawn, and she had arrived at the seat of House Targaryen with unmatched dominion of the way of the seven sighs and the sixteen seats of pleasure. Men fought for her favour and knights and lords alike despaired of their lives and fortunes for a night in her arms. More practically, she all but owned an army of men and women of all shapes, sizes and hues, men and women whose attentions were always on sale to the highest bidder.



The sound of music is to be heard frequently, issuing forth from the many hidden vaults, coves and hideaways within the House.

The Queen of Whores is often in attendance herself, ensuring her guests are happy and the coin collected in good order. She herself is largely outside the bidding price of any but the most select customers, and even then she has been known to turn down copious amount of coin when offered prospects not to her liking.

Often at her side is her paramour, Essie, who carries in her arms her bastard of Valyrian make. Of late it is increasingly said the Queen of Whores' ambitions grow with her coin, as she begins to dream of using her strategic position in society to increase her and her family's lot in life.

[Iron Aquilifer]

Ser Criston Cole made no efforts to mask his identity. Clad in the armour of the kingsguard, his surcoat of Aegon's largest dragons slaying Syrax hiding much of the white, Cole wore two different cloaks. On one should the white cloak was draped, a heavy wool cloak of gold hanging from the other. The cloaks were half of the length of those worn by his brothers in either order, drawn tightly in so that they did not restrict movement in his arms.

He asked to see the Queen of Whores, staring down the small knot of men he had brought with him. There would be no whoring that night.

[Velasco]

As befit her station and importance, the Queen of Whores would take her time in coming forth, cloaked and heavily perfumed, to receive the visitor. Informed of her visitor's identity she saw to it that Essie and the boy were let out from a back entrance and hastened on the road to a safer locale. At long last she wound down the stairs and greeted the visitor from her would-be dais.

"Lord Cole, welcome."

[Iron Aquilifer]

As befit her station and importance, the Queen of Whores would take her time in coming forth, cloaked and heavily perfumed, to receive the visitor. Informed of her visitor's identity she saw to it that Essie and the boy were let out from a back entrance and hastened on the road to a safer locale. At long last she wound down the stairs and greeted the visitor from her would-be dais.

"Lord Cole, welcome."

Sylvena Sand, the man acknowledged, although he had to choke out the 'sand'. I have need of your services in dealing with traitors.

[Velasco]

Sylvena Sand, the man acknowledged, although he had to choke out the 'sand'. I have need of your services in dealing with traitors.

Oh? She slinked down a few steps and smiled. Tell me more.

[Iron Aquilifer]

Oh? She slinked down a few steps and smiled. Tell me more.

It is common knowledge that your establishment is frequented by many members of the citywatch, as well as members of noble families whose lineages stretch back generations. It is also known that men often like to speak to your, employees, during and after their activities. They let slip things that they would otherwise keep secret. I wish to be informed of anything which suggests that the loyalty of any man within your walls is not devoted to His Grace, King Aegon. The treasury of the Iron Throne would reward you handsomely for every traitor rooted out.

[Velasco]

It is common knowledge that your establishment is frequented by many members of the citywatch, as well as members of noble families whose lineages stretch back generations. It is also known that men often like to speak to your, employees, during and after their activities. They let slip things that they would otherwise keep secret. I wish to be informed of anything which suggests that the loyalty of any man within your walls is not devoted to His Grace, King Aegon. The treasury of the Iron Throne would reward you handsomely for every traitor rooted out.

She tapped the wood lightly after her long fingers on them.

And in the meantime we spy for free?