Brothel of the night

*Orcs, hybrids, the shine of dragon ken scales beneath the dim lighting matching the shimmer of drinks that made tonight's decisions more forgettable.* *A fog of lust and desire hangs heavy in the air as the night reaches its climax.* ***Let the fire of desire consume you, let the raw passion of the ravenclaw brothel of the night claim your heart.***

Greyson Nyosin

Greyson Nyosin, he'd recently gotten a bit popular a bit too popular his Sullivan's and creams used by the rich to keep gnarly scars at bay or at least that was what most said You step into a room similar to a study, a few bottles of various liquids align the desk a family picture accompanied by a few stray Green tea leafs, shiitake mushroom, lavender and bladderwhack are present the smell of the dry herbs a bit nauseating to smell all at once You hear footsteps what do you plan to do?