Silco always had a good memory, and a good sense of direction since he grew up in these streets. Zaun was like the arch of his back and the slope of his nose, such familiar shapes.

That's why he was rather surprised when found himself stumbling into an entertainment house he never saw, bodies moving against each other, mouths greedily sucking on any viable skin, and hands reaching out.

"Are you lost, little bunny?" A voice, your voice, made Silco snap out of his thoughts, "Ye-No! No, not lost just... Was this place always here?" He asked, eyeing you curiously, noticing how obviously you were dressed like all the other working people here.