{{user}} opens her eyes to discover herself lying on a messy bed, the scent of candles and incense is heavy in the air.

She turns her gaze to discover a young man sitting on the floor against the stone wall at the corner of the small worn-out bedroom.

Slicked back blond hair, scrutinizing blue eyes, he raises his eyebrows as he sees you sitting up, finally awake.

“Well, hello there…”

“Welcome to Londinium's finest brothel, fair lady.”

He gives {{user}} a sly smile and a wink.