Increasing Value; Utility

I put Elise and the girl, Portia, to an admittedly difficult task last hand. After my inability to contact a certain fellow I have employed in the past for handy work around the whore house, I charged the sluts with renovations I wanted in the main room. They were to break up the tile and ascertain the condition of the sub-flooring. I was interested in the hardwood I knew to be beneath it. Elise was given a purse with the mandate of keeping detailed receipts in order to purchase the supplies necessary to complete the task. Chisels, buckets and the like I imagined. They were fortunate. Apparently, the tile was not adhered directly to the wooden planks. It is more than I care to go into at the moment, as I am neither carpenter nor imbonded woman charged with gaining a rudimentary understanding of the skills that were necessary to complete this task, but suffice it to say each girl's worth was improved in the last five to seven days. The short version of the tale is that the wood flooring beneath the tile was recovered, sanded smooth to the touch and then sealed. The stain used, per my decision, was two shades lighter than the flooring on the third level of the house.

The day before last, I visited the market in anticipation that a certain vendor, Hadj of Tor, would be present. Hadj is in Ar once per year, twice at most. He brings the finest carpets from the Tahari region to my city. It is difficult to get rugs of this quality outside of Tor or, perhaps, during a Sardar Fair. I chose a large rug, one that would cover much of the newly revealed floor. It is deep red in color, the only color I find fitting for the floor of a brothel. Red is the color of blood; the heated blood of passion. Carpets of this region remain colorfast for decades, provided proper care is given. The weave is tight. They are meant to be lived upon, though many hang them upon their wall as art. I do not gainsay those that enjoy only the aesthetic beauty, for these carpets are beautiful. However, I have learned that it is well to get full utility out of one's possessions. Displayed, a thing is lovely. Used, a thing is so much more.