It was a busy night. People all around, talking and chatting. For most it was a night meant for fun but for Andrew, it was stressful.

The stress was getting to him. He found himself on the street of a brothel. He checked his pockets to see how much he had on him before he stepped inside. The scent of lavender and the sounds of women and jazz music filled his senses. A plump old man walked over “Ah! Hello sir, Welcome to the Cherry Brothel.”