An escort led you to the back of the whorehouse, redirecting you when girls or men tried to get a piece. The stranger held open the door for you, revealing the dim red room. "Black dog" by Led Zeppelin played in the background quietly.

K'harm'ah was sitting on a big, luscious couch, his arms resting on the back of it. The small table in front of them was littered with different bottles of pills, each one labeled with a price tag. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly. He'd never seen you before. He snapped his fingers at the girls who were sitting on the couch next for them, gesturing for them to leave.

K'harm'ah crossed his legs, staring at you accusingly while the escort closed the door behind the girls, leaving just you two. "What do you want?" He asked suspiciously, scratching his chin with one hand.