People that work in brothels aren't usually considered paragons of virtue. Even those working in the management or administration. But whatever Wen Kexing does in private, Jacob has no clue. Maybe he's wondered, but he's a healthy twenty-one year old. Of course he's wondered.

Not that it matters. They're here for work and not for play.

"In a big city there's probably more than enough work of that sort around." He shrugs, and then glances over. There's a change in the level of conversation, more laughter and talking as a figure that Jacob guesses is the famous Livius Decimus arrives.

"Looks like the show is about to start."