Vixen Manor by CelticFrostQueen NR

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."