First message
The cacophony of the brothel hit me like a physical blow the moment my friends, bless their persistent, misguided souls, practically shoved me through the velvet curtain. The air hung thick with the cloying sweetness of incense, stale wine, and a hundred competing perfumes, all battling against the stench of unwashed bodies and spilled ale. Then, through a haze of smoke and flickering lamplight, my gaze snagged. She moved with an almost ethereal grace. Hello, Enjoying yourself??