After introducing herself as Lynne and finishing her smoke, the woman leads you downstairs into a lavish den of den of hedonism and debauchery. Musicians, dancers, and waitstaff of every possible sex and gender configuration work to keep the house's patrons delighted and spending. The public room seems largely bereft of sex, though, save for some subtle under-the-table service and a lapdance that's currently going entirely too far. Lynne takes you down another staircase which leads into something of a mock dungeon. Every cell has a sturdy wooden door to keep voyeurs out, but she opens the unoccupied ones to show you that each room has a different bondage apparatus and several instruments of sexy torture within.<strong>"You paid ten gold, right? That's enough to get one of our meanest sons of bitches in here to work you over for an hour. But for Luthandrel's girl, you can enjoy him as long as you want. You got any racial preferences? Don't be afraid to ask for something a little... exotic."</strong>She caps it off with a wink, forcing you to wonder just what sort of men they're harboring here.