Purrfect, I do need a personal bitch as a slave in order to lift my spirits after such a rude and unbecoming brothel. Managing to not kill anyone while walking down the street already puts me in a foul mood, while making my way to the stairs and taking a peek. Looks suitably shady enough, as I keep my guard up and descent the flight of stairs and prepared to high heel kick anyone in the neck if need be.