Connor's POV
I headed straight to Ursula's establishment after leaving the farm. Her place, located on the town's outskirts, was the finest brothel around. The girls there knew their business well, and Ursula could always be counted on for special favors.
"Well, look who's here early today!" Ursula greeted me with her typical playful smile.
"I need your assistance with something," I said, getting straight to the point.
She raised an eyebrow. "And what do I get in return?"
"Whatever you want. Name your price. I know nothing comes free with you." She smiled at that. "I need you to purchase some women's items for me."
"Connor, darling, having a change of heart at your age? A strong man like you suddenly interested in women's clothes?" Her eyes gleamed with mockery.
"Watch your mouth, Ursula. It's for my fiancée," I retorted.
Her expression shifted to genuine surprise. "Marriage? You?"
