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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1249741" data-attributes="member: 12631">OOC: In fact, the brothel consists of the far end of this building, and faces out onto a different street.Tyra:The hellfire shell sloshes slightly as you slip it into your charge belt... full of some kind of liquid? Luckily, it has a solid brass casing rather than the flimsy cloth of normal charges.All:Kneecap leads you through the bazaar, a few choice threats clearing all but the most insistant hawkers out of your path. A round door and series of low, wood panneled passages wind on from their, scented with a heavy aroma that must be quite appealing, if you're a gobber. Soon, however, the passage opens out into a larger room, one more than tall enough for the humans.The sounds of carousing fill the air, laughter, drinks being poured and consumed, intimate company being solicited. The odour is an unpleasent combination of sweat and stale perfume, laces with intoxicants, tobacco and elf-weed for the poorer, scoobomba and Cryxian lotus for the more selective clients.The chamber is about 30' across and roughly circular, with two stories, the second ringed with balconies and looking out over the main floor, where you've just entered. The walls are hung with rich, red (though somewhat faded and tobacco-stained) velvet hangings, giving it a close, warm, organic sort of feeling. Ornate candle holders ring the room, casting dim illumination. Stairs lead from the main floor to the upper rooms.Customers and prostitutes laze about the room, gobbers and humans fulfilling both roles, most in various states of undress, under the watchful eyes of brick-fisted bouncers and an impossing Madam wearing a frilly grey and pink dress like a paladin would armour. She casts a glance at the mismatched party, narrowing her eyes as she sees you entered from the ShadowSkins guildhouse side of the room, rather than the fornt door. It's the kind of gaze that weighs, to the farthing, how much cash you carry.A slender, perfumed curly-dark haired young man, so handsome you can only call him 'pretty' gives the tall Kossite a sultry, admiring look, and blows him a kiss.From amongst the crowd, a svelte blonde woman in a revealing blue gown pushes forward, and fixes her attentions on the Caspian swashbuckler. "'Ello, Gavyn..." she purrs. "I 'Ope you will be comming to see me again soon, oui?"</blockquote>

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