A bathhouse in Rouen.
The luxury of the decor here was on par with any palace.
There were tapestries on the walls, mats on the floor, and cushions on every seat. Several couples were engaged in indescribable acts under the blankets.
The room also had screens, used to block sexual acts too embarrassing or sinful to be looked at directly. There were about eight to ten girls and a few young men, some with foreign accents. Many of them were slaves, mainly Saracens and Slavs.
"We're gonna take on ten!" Belem and Arno shouted.
Then, the madam stood beside them, introducing the specialties of each girl: this one was buxom, that one was skilled, and another was shaved completely clean.
Belem and Arno each grabbed a girl, surrounded by four or five others, and rushed into a room.
Eric watched them, speechless.
He then took a few silver pence from his pocket, tossed them to the woman in front of him, and walked out of the bathhouse.
He had no time to fool around with them here.
