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( Not even dusty )

Draco tossed away the tattered silk glove that had been his Portkey and looked around. He was standing at the entrance to a once-grand but now somewhat shabby-looking townhouse. He stifled a laugh. This was once an infamous Wizarding brothel, catering to purebloods mostly, and those with money enough to stand with them without being sneered at too ( Read more... )

( A warm place )

( The room... )

( i don't need your love i just want your body )

 ( Two months? Really? )

[It takes Skye a good ten minutes to find an empty room. But when he does, he wastes no time in dragging Noel through the door by his beltloops.]

[After several attempts, Skye finds a room that's to his liking. It's sparsely furnished, containing only a worn couch and several stacked chairs. He turns to Noel with one eyebrow raised.]

This work for you?

( Private rooms are fun )