Once in a Life-Year

A loud creaking noise could be heard across the hall. A moan. A shout. An exhale. Thump thump thump. He gathered his clothes, tying his leather trousers, he tossed a bag of gold on the bed. A beautiful young blonde lay there, flushed; she was out of breath. He hardly looked at her as he left, he stomped down the stairs, nodding to the gentlemen being led up the stairs by beautiful ladies. Black ones with chocolate eyes and supple breasts, young ones who may still be a virgin… How did the brothel get them so young? He stepped out of the building to run into her…