The courtesan's name was Kat. Or at least, that was the only name she was known by.
She was, for all intents and purposes, a beauty who most men would not hesitate to fawn over. As one of the pleasure house's best, she was highly sought after, but usually a bit more selective about her clientele.
It was rare for her to set her eyes on someone first. But she found the large, silent man at the end of the table to be nearly irresistible.
He had thus far denied the advances of the other courtesans. This only made him even more to her liking.
She waltzed over to him gracefully, her bare feet lightly touching the ground, but creating music as the jewelry around her ankles jingled with every step she took.
Her loose robe framed her bountiful breasts in quite the scandalous light. Judging by her diminutive form, she was entirely human, not a titan-blood. And yet, she looked at Solomon as if she were the larger predator.
