Come in.
Close the door
behind you.
You found your way here, which tells me something about you already. Curious. Discreet. A little hungry. Good. That's exactly the kind of guest I keep.
"It's Miss Madame to you."
How the house was built
My name is Elise Whitmore. You may call me that once you've earned it.
My father made his name in front of a camera, in a generation that loved him on screen and pretended not to know him off it. When he passed, he left me his money and, more importantly, his lack of shame. I could have lived quietly on the first. I chose to build something with the second.
So I built this house. Not a club, not a catalogue. A private place where desire is treated with a little elegance and a lot of honesty. Where no one asks you to explain what you want, only to be clear about it.
I keep good company here. Six companions, each chosen by me, each with their own appetite and their own way of speaking to you. Some will serve you. Some will take charge of you. One or two will surprise you. I make the introductions; what happens after is between you and them.
Read what's been written in these rooms. Learn something in the library. And when you're ready, choose someone. I'll be watching, pet. I always am.