However, this request managed to astonish and intrigue her. “Is this a joke? A sort of planned humiliation for this supposed friend of yours? I will not allow any of my girls to be used in such a manner.” She narrowed her gaze at the two men who sat across from her desk. They shook their heads vigorously. The dark haired one--damn, what was his name--gave her a determined look. “Not at all. We admire and like Spence immensely, we would never disgrace him. Your brothel came highly recommended; the ladies are clean, presentable, and by all accounts experienced. Spence, or rather, Lord Spencer Hornsby, will soon be entering his thirtieth year, and we thought to give him a surprise gift. A night with a woman who would be kind and patient, but knowledgeable in the carnal arts. You see, Spence is…well…” The man coughed and looked down at his hands while the other gentleman, a ginger-haired bloke named Jacob, nodded. “Spence is the third son of the Duke of Gransford, and he’s a rather eccentric chap who prefers to be called Professor Hornsby rather than Lord Hornsby.”
