((Take back your unused action point... Magus's name was more than enough for now.  Besides, you may need the point later.))<br/><br/>;)<br/><br/>The door swings open, the fairly ugly fellow opening it seems to have taken no offense.  "That's a name I like to hear, madame, but few dare speak it." He grins an uglyier grin at you, leers a tiny bit, then opens the further door, waving you inside.<br/><br/>Inside, a half ogre stands sentinel, his bare chest crossed by the greatsword's belt he wears. His back is too you as he stands next to the door, watching the room for trouble.  Only a moments glance tells you that his loose trousers match the 'uniforms' worn by the serving girls.<br/><br/>As you enter slowly, as few differences between this parlor and Lady Nightshade's become plain.  One is the 'attire' of the women.  The provocitive low cut gowns and slinky dresses there are replaced by lingere and semi-nakedness here.  Several of the girls are topless.<br/><br/>The girls's attitude is the other striking difference.  The laughter and interaction has been replaced by forced smiles.<br/><br/>There seem to be no other women patrons here, save perhaps for the two dressed in noble fashion you saw earlier.  Speaking of whom, they must remain the center of attention for most of the room, as the backs of the men surrounding that spot are all you see of it.<br/><br/>However, as you look around, the group gives of a mixture of groans and cheers, and the group begins to break up, money changing hands between several groups.  The central figures are walking towards the spiral stairs, one woman nude, clinging to the arm of one of the men, the other woman skirtless, following the pair docilely.<br/><br/>The other man is still seated, looking at the now empty table in front of him, a little bit of an annoyed expression on his face.  It brightens when he sees you however, and he waves you towards him.<br/>