"Shit..." Tyr muttered under his breath.
He then thought to himself, 'Was the bar guy trying to subtly warn me by talking about the Bruther Clan? It seems this place is a...'
He paused, nearly unable to think of it in his disbelief. However, he managed to speak it out loud: "This place is a god damn brothel?"
As soon as those words left his lips, the woman beside the window suddenly scrunched her brows with anger.
"What did you say!?" she shouted, clearly offended.
"What? It isn't?"
"Of course not! I am not a prostitute! Quite the opposite!"
Tyr raised a brow, even more perplexed.
"I am... I am the daughter of the Bruther Clan head family!" the woman shouted in an attempt to reclaim her reputation in the eyes of this man who had just called her a hooker.
"Oh... what? Why the hell are you here?" Tyr said, emphasizing the 'you' in his statement.