Vixen Manor
You take Cherise up on her offer for a chat. She has that certain mystique which seems to surround women who hold interesting secrets.
"I'll bet you're wondering how I came to be running a place like Vixen Manor," she says. "Well, I guess you could call it a legacy. In 1898 my great-grandmother Lucille found herself pregnant, penniless and abandoned by her man. She decided to leave Boston and head west. She ended up in Storyville, Louisiana, where she became a prosperous brothel owner. You could say that I am just carrying on in the family tradition."
Cherise directs your attention to a photo hanging on the wall. "That," she says, "was my great-grandmother Lucille and her piano man."
"Well, I'm feeling the need to have a rest before the evening's festivities," she declares, "but please feel free to catch up with the others or wander up to your own room to freshen up."
"I'll bet you're wondering how I came to be running a place like Vixen Manor," she says. "Well, I guess you could call it a legacy. In 1898 my great-grandmother Lucille found herself pregnant, penniless and abandoned by her man. She decided to leave Boston and head west. She ended up in Storyville, Louisiana, where she became a prosperous brothel owner. You could say that I am just carrying on in the family tradition."
Cherise directs your attention to a photo hanging on the wall. "That," she says, "was my great-grandmother Lucille and her piano man."
"Well, I'm feeling the need to have a rest before the evening's festivities," she declares, "but please feel free to catch up with the others or wander up to your own room to freshen up."