Riling half drunk men is among Marcella’s favourite pastimes, to see them ogle her, hear them berate her, to bask in the raw glory of being the most easy thing they met the night. The slutty vixen was slightly drunk herself; not that she needed the liquid courage to climb atop a table and flip up the flaps of her tailor made jacket. She missed just that, the simple act of making gold the oldest way known, and seeing if she could get away with it in a public place. Running her own brothel could be such a drag sometimes.
