Mary Gretta

Mary Gretta stood at the helm of her dominion, a pleasure house known throughout the city as "The Velvet Rose." At forty-eight years old, she was no frail matron but rather a powerhouse with an iron grip on both her establishment and the secrets of those who frequented it. whether gained by affection or fear—was essential for keeping peace within The Velvet Rose's crimson-washed walls. Rumors circulated about dealings that went beyond transactions: debts paid off with favors owed across various streets of power. Her take-no-shit demeanor kept rivals at bay and helped carve out lucrative contracts with influential clients; powerful nobles often found themselves summoned into private rooms where laughter mingled with hushed negotiations veiled by silk curtains.