Disclaimer: I do not own Fable 2 and its characters but Ravenclaw's Red Doors and character there in are mine.

MATURE- do not read if you are not willing to except same sex coupling. This fic is full of debauchery, sex, and heavily implied BDSM. You have been warned and I will not appreciate flames trying to preach and moralise. Its just a bit of fun so get off your high horse and live for a change. All those not so inclined please read on and enjoy.

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The sickly light of a full moon filtered through the dense fog covering the harbour of Bloodstone like a filthy blanket. The harbour town was practically empty, apart from the odd sailor lurching their way to find an alcove to throw up in and the silent prowl of prostitutes hiding in their corners ready to pounce on anything with two legs; men and women alike. Most windows were devoid of light apart from the tavern on the waterfront where men chattered and laughed loudly. The stench of stale beer, rotting food and salty sailors was like a beacon to all those unfortunate to be looking for a good time.

Tonight however was different from the usual overhaul of drunken sea dogs. The chatter was not its usual bawling of famed stories, but held a hint of excitement. No one had been thrown out yet, which in itself was unusual. They were waiting in a buzz of anticipation of something quite special.

Inside men surrounded a makeshift stage that looked rickety to say the least. Three sturdy steel poles were inserted into the stage and reached towards the ceiling. The lecherous creatures crowded the stage with the expectancy of school boys eyes alight and faces red with apparent intoxication. The light was dim save the greasy illumination of the fireplace that glowed dull orange casting eerie shadows upon the walls.

A small, jittery man of middle years trotted onto the stage. The men jeered loudly threatening to through bottles and mugs at the poor man. He waved his arms in an attempt to quell the sudden rise of hostility directed towards him.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen please they will be here any moment," he looked over to the bar pleadingly. The barmen, a burly tattooed man, shrugged as he wiped out a tankard. Panic shook the mans thin frame as he looked over into the corner by the stage where a band were sitting, waiting patiently with their instruments in their laps. The conductor turned to the fellow on stage and nodded. Just as he did so three figures in heavy black cloaks, faces hidden, strode purposefully forward towards the stairs leading onto the stage.

A flush of excitement burned the fellows cheeks and he turned to the crowd who, in their drunken haze, had not noticed the figures. He raised his arms.

"Now Gentlemen! The event you all have been waiting for is about to commence!," a huge cheer erupted loud enough to shake dust from the rafters, "So without further ado the 'Ravenclaw Girls'!"

With that declaration he sped off down the stairs allowing the stage to stand silent till the three hooded figures calmly walked on and stood beside each pole. The crowd was quiet. Not a whisper rippled through the crowd as they stared with interest at the figures. All of a sudden one of the band members struck a drum, once, then twice. The figures swirled on the spot and stopped letting the cloaks drop dramatically to the floor. The crowd erupted with hoots and cat calls. The three women clad in black and purple corsets, stockings, high heeled buckled shoes, garters and arm length gloves grasped their each respective pole in one gracefully synchronised movement.

Taken as a cue the drummer struck up a raunchy beat the other musicians adding to it a musical accompaniment. The routine started slow the women swaying their hips in time with the beat. Using the poles they swung and danced in seductive circles. Sliding up and down the poles in a manner that would raise the attentions of any man. Up and down, back and forth the women battered their eye lids and pouted their sensuous lips causing cheers and hoots from all.

One man grew brave and stumbled up onto the wooden platform. Swaying he reached out his face flushed and twisted into a sneer. The closest women beckoned him over, which caused a jealous roar from the crowd. With a chuckle he grasped her round her slender waist. She smiled winsomely placing a hand on his shoulder. Then, with out warning, she brought her knee up to strike him sharply in the groin. The crowd cheered as he doubled over clutching his painful member, eyes bulging from his face. With a disgusted look the women kicked him in the arse sending him head first over the front of the stage right into the crowd. He was not lucky as the men moved allowing him to strike the floor head first. In a concussed mass he lay there groaning as the sirens continued their bewitching dance.

The music came to a climatic end and the dancers posed alluringly against their poles. The crowd erupted into applause and a chant of more, more, more. The stomping shook the earth and their cheers shook the rafters. Encouraged, the girls nodded at the band and a different musical score drew a different dance; one that was as risqué as the first. Towards the end of the evening a figure appeared beside the rickety stage hidden by the shadows. When the last dance finished the girls bowed grandiosely and filed off the platform curtseying to the figure before trotting off to a room hidden beyond the stage.

The crowd chanted and bellowed along with hearty applause. The figure sauntered on stage and the crowd grew silent. Captured by the visage before them she stopped to regard the filthy louts in the tavern hands placed on curvy hips. She was not spectacularly tall but she carried her self with a imperious and dominant air one of which was impossible to ignore, and made her seem taller with confidence. The fellow from before nearly tripped over the top step as he went to introduce the new women. She watched him with dark, half lidded eyes a hand reaching up to make sure her black wavy locks remained in the hair-do it had been styled into with the majority of her hair cascading down her back. Her sensuous lips curled in amusement as the fellow looked at her nervously then turned to the crowd. She wore black from head to toe with true blue trimmings. Her silk and lace skirt was straight with a slit right up her right leg. Her patterned corset accentuated her bust but unlike the dancers her corset had two pairs of frilly straps that went over her shoulder and rested upon her upper arm. She wore similar high heeled buckled shoes as the girls with rose patterned stockings that reached all the way up her leg to be secured by a garter. However, sitting in her garter, glinting in the dim light and for all to see was a long slender dagger a warning to all who dared to get too close.

The fellow coughed uncomfortably. "This is Lady Ravenclaw to whom the young girls you just watched belong to. She is here with a special announcement."

He bowed to her sliding off to the right to leave the stage. She stepped forward and smiled gently causing wistful sighs from the men at the front of the stage.

"I come here tonight," she spoke with a silky, seductive voice that held the attention of all though it was not very loud, "to proudly announce the opening to my humble establishment aptly named 'Ravenclaw's Red Doors'!"

This caused a bawdy chorus of laughter. She grinned and held up a slender hand, silence falling once more. "We are open to the public from noon to very late at night to tend to the needs of you fine fellows." The crowd cheered. "We will also be performing tantalising little treats very much what you have witnessed tonight every Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturdays. We have a full itinerary of each evening and I can assure you it will always be different. All regular services are available however for those with more direct inclinations with a choice of girls and dare I say men depending on your tastes. I like to think we have a little something for every one." There was a ripple of nervous laughter which made her grin widely exposing even, white teeth. "My girls... and guys, are all guaranteed to please with out any nasty little surprises." There was a loud whistle from the back of the room and the crowd laughed. She smiled and continued, "So if your feeling a bit lonely, in need of a little invigoration or just want a great deal of wholesome fun then come on over, we are always happy to see you or you can put smiles on our faces." She winked to the crowd which boomed with cat calls and wolf whistles. "Just remember gentlemen those with tokens bought with certain beverages, they are tickets to special, more intimate performances." She blew a kiss to the crowd and they cheered as she sauntered off stage again. She left with the crowd cheering and jeering behind her a triumphant smile on her beautiful face.

She walked into to a make shift room, which was small and even with a four bodies it felt over crowded. The girls stopped what they were doing and curtseyed to the women. She stood out amongst the less mature flowers that had barely begun to bloom but with time, she thought, they will. She smiled warmly.

"Oh my little darlings you did wonderfully," she commented with pride evident in her voice. The girls beamed with the approving words from their mentor. "Thanks to your efforts we will be in business in no time."

"There was an awful lot of them out there," one of the girls said with a nervous tone, "Will we be able to cope?"

Lady Ravenclaw considered this for a moment and smiled reassuringly, "I know child but worry not, there may be few of us and many of them, but I am sure we will be able to cope."

She leaned over to look at her reflection in the dirty mirror that had been provided. She scowled disapprovingly as her finger traced a crack in the surface. "I had hoped they could equip us properly, this is of very poor quality." She sighed and made circular motions with her hands. "Come dears lets pack and get out of this filthy place."

The girls were all to happy to follow her order to exit the place. After packing certain make ups and other items they once again adorned their heavy black cloaks. They avoided the crowd by exiting via the back door and disappearing like ghosts in the dark night air. As they walked along the waterfront one girl let out an irritated moan.

"Am all achy," she whined making circular motions with her hips as if grinding the air. The girl walking beside her scoffed turning her head away in disgust.

"You act as if you're deprived."

"I do not!"

"Yeah, and its not like you ain't either."

There was muted laughter at the joke but the girl huffed.

"I just feel like it that's all, after all those men staring at me made me want to … "

"Ok more information than necessary Angie," the girl next to her said, "Isn't there a word for that Mi'Lady?"

Lady Ravenclaw thought about it and smiled, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

"Yes," she replied, "Nymphomaniac."

Another ripple of laughter rose from the group.

"Sounds kinda bad... is it?" was Angie's question.

"Depends," Lady Ravenclaw answered, "In our profession it probably helps but then if you were a married women then … perhaps not."

"So its subject to cir-cum-stance," the small girl said stumbling over the long word.

"Yes dear it is."

They stopped outside a large building, one of the largest in Bloodstone save the Mansion itself. The entrance was a bright red door and upon it was a Raven knocker cast in steel. Its eye glowed dimly with a blue light, its meagre light seemed to pierce the fog like a lighthouse beacon, but not intended for ships. Lady Ravenclaw walked up to it and knocked three times. It opened to admit them in and all four disappeared inside.

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This was born out of my need to right smutty stuff and a want to write a Fable 2 fic, so I thought after visiting Bloodstone that it was the perfect place. A Pirate town is always a good place to find debauchery. Even Reaver is in on the action (Spoiler: If you buy his house later and read his Diary you will know exactly what I mean Lmao) Of course read and review comments are always welcome and hop you will enjoy later chapters. The film 'Best Little Whore House In Texas' was kind of inspiration for this but not totally based upon it.