Most preferred to go alone when visiting brothels, but groups weren't uncommon either. Such an outing could be considered a bonding activity, or a chance for someone to show off their wealth by buying a night with a whore for each of their friends.

The group that entered the Teahouse was hard to miss, loud as they were being. Some celebration, Saralegui guessed, and a tipsy one at best. Standing from his seat by the fire, he surreptitiously gestured for a passing servant to go gather anyone else who was available. It was already evening, but still early enough that most of them should still have been free.

One of his coworkers was already there by the time he'd made his way over to the group, a pretty brunette who'd quickly attached herself to the arm of one of their guests. Too eager to make a sale, Saralegui thought, to ensure there was enough choice for a party this size or to even greet their customers properly. He wasn't particularly surprised -- she was on the low end of the Teahouse's earnings. So he plastered on a pleasant smile, tucking his long hair back over his shoulder and taking it upon himself to play host while the others made their way in.

"Good evening," he said coolly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the way his coworker cooed at her young man of choice. "What were you gentlemen interested in this evening?"