A snort of laughter comes from the doorman as you speak as if there is actually something to buy. "If Flora sent cha then your another one of those the if types." His voice is deep an booming which it should be. He opens the door and you can see the man you've spoken to. He's hunched over due to his height and build. The doorman holds out a hand as he looks you over,"All weapons ain't permitted past this point along with paying up front girl." Laying down the law quick, fast, and in a hurry. Not wanting any issue from you later it seems.<br/><br/>When you've handed the weapons over he nudges his head for you to proceed down the stairs, but not before  smacking your ass just for shits and giggles. "Have fun." He says with a wide toothy grin knowing that it will be the case. Down below your sense are muddied by the smell of sex and expensive perfumes fill the halls. Here all races and genders mingle without a hint of shame. Since normal folks could ruin ones reputation if anywhere else but here. In the hall it seems to be a few open doors here and there; in one room you witness an orgy of bodies men and women's bodies glistening with sweat as they fucked like wild animals from Elves to Orcs and even human inticed by forgoing lust. In another there are a few tied up with ropes or in collars being paraded as if pets. To you it seems like you've died and gone to heaven. You've just got to find someone to notice you.