The atmosphere surrounding you is... interesting, to say the least.

Sticks of sweet incense fill the room with a thin veil of smoke -- most likely to cover up the stench that can be expected in an... establishment of this kind. Groans and thumping can be heard from the rooms off to the side, and the exaggerated sounds of pleasure coming from your new co-workers.

Lord Petyr Baelish sits on the couch across from you, slowly drinking in your appearance with a contemplative expression. It is impossible for you to tell what he is thinking from his stoic expression, but there is a sly glimmer in his blue eyes.

After a minute that seems to drag on for eternity, he finally speaks up.

"Why do you want to work here?" Petyr asks bluntly and clasps his hand in his lap. He seems to ignore the excited squeals that come from the room to your right, as though he doesn't even notice it after running this place for so long.