Advertising

I am a firm believer in advertising. I have seen it work. There are subtle ways to advertise, such as painting the doors of one's establishment red. Red speaks of blood. The heat of it. Passion. Whether it is the scarlet of a Warrior's cloak or the more lurid hue of a pagar slave's silk, it does not matter. Painting the door of one's establishment this color is an incitement to curiosity. It stirs the very blood it seeks to emulate. There are other forms of advertisement, of course, most of them less subtle. One might simply paint the words upon a door, "Whores. Three Copper per Ahn," if one is disinclined to worry over the opinions of one's neighbors. Still. The same objective is accomplished. The same blood stirred.

That is not to say I am averse to more blatant advertising. In the past, I have put camisks on girls that had the rather blatant inducement, "Have me. Boarding House. Anbar," stitched across the rear skirt. They were teal in color. As of this morning, those teal garments have been discarded in the refuse bins. They have lived their useful lives and been disposed of. They were replaced, however, with red garments. I purchased six of them with that now famous (infamous?) slogan across the ass. Portia received the first of them. Of women that earn, she is first on the chain. She was tasked last evening with gathering up the older teal garments and distributing the new red ones. She, too, will be accompanied by a red-lipped and kohl-eyed Cup during the ahn that she earns. Cup, I have decided, will earn her keep as her chain sisters do. She has been commanded to follow Portia's instructions explicitly.