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There are quite rare things in this world. Such as: eclipses, meteor showers, and Jack Avery going to a brothel.

However, one must be sure that he is not going insane. Jack would argue. The thoughts clouding his mind surely must not be normal for a man of his patent. Surely no one ever had these thoughts.

Even the receptionist was surprised with his visit. "Viscount Torrington. It is a pleasure to have you here tonight."

"I want someone who can keep a secret."

"Right this way, my lord." The receptionist leads him to a room.

Jack feels nervous. The last time he went to a brothel was to lose his virginity purposely. It was not an entirely good experience.

"It will be three shillings, my lord. You pay the prostitute." The receptionist explains. "You may enter now."

Jack nods and opens the room. He closes the door and leans against it. His eyes scan the room.

A woman pops up from a different room. "Good evening, sir." She greets as she comes into view. The woman was tan and had long curly hair. She was wearing a silk robe.

Jack suddenly feels incredibly stupid. "Good evening, miss." He greets politely.

The woman looks at him expectantly. "Are you going to stay there?" She asks.

The Viscount chuckles nervously as he takes a step. "This was a mistake." He confesses.

She raises an eyebrow. "Am I not attractive to you?" She smirks. "Perhaps I should..."She unlaces her robe, "show my attractiveness...sir?"

Jack closes his eyes. "Please, tie the robe." He pleads.

The woman looks at him confused. "What is it that you want, then? Do you even know what people do in brothels?"

He nods and slowly opens his eyes again. "I came here because I think I am confused."

She pinches her eyebrows together. "How so?" The prostitute ties the robe once more.

Jack opened his mouth. However, he struggled to find the words. To explain his predicament... he would surely sound mad.

The woman sighs. "Sit on the bed." He complies almost immediately.

The Lord scratches the back of his head. "First, I would like to apologise if you thought I was insulting you when I said this was a mistake."

"What is your name, sir?"

"Jack. Yours?"

"Legally, I can not disclose it. However, I will make an exception for you." She confesses. "Gabriela."

"Well, Gabriela, I do know what happens in brothels. "He looks at his hands. "I simply do not attend them. My first experience was... not the best."

She sits next to him. "What brings you here then?"

"Right." He takes a deep breath as he looks at her. "Can you keep a secret, Gabriela?"

"Who would believe a prostitute?" Her tone is a bit too melancholic to be considered sarcastic. Jack looks down. "Go on."

He looks back up. Jack hesitates a few times before spewing out such a preposterous confession."I believe I am obsessed with someone."

Gabriela raises her eyebrows. "Care to elaborate on that?"

"Right." He nods once. "I was in my office, and I heard some noise coming from the maid quarters. I checked it out, and I saw a man coming out of said quarters."He pauses.