Walking outside and onto the street get you looks from the locals, wonering if the local temple Is going to be reopening.  No one has seen someone of your kind before, but they do not hold it againgst you due to the circumstances involved. Which is unimportant at the moment as you step into the brothel.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Greeted with the sight of the common room and various plain or flat chested slut collred and leashed under tables. Cheap whores only good  for being abused by bored patrons waiting for the higher class ladies. A few of them give you blank looks, far gone in hedonism to care much as the mistress comes over and gives you a giggle. Being a lovely woman in her late  30s wearing a dominatrix out, "Hello honored patron. How may my humble sluts serve you best...?"