When Sevastian and Rohan stepped into the brothel, a heavy scent of perfume and incense filled their senses. The room was dimly lit by ornate chandeliers, casting soft, flickering shadows over plush velvet chairs and silk-draped curtains. A sultry melody played faintly in the background, heightening the intimate atmosphere. The walls, painted deep red and gold, were adorned with decadent paintings and large mirrors, reflecting glimpses of lounging figures in provocative attire.
A woman with dark, kohl-lined eyes greeted them with a knowing smile, her voice soft and inviting as she gestured towards her study. "Welcome Sir Sevastian and Rohan. It is a pleasure having you here. What type of ladies are looking for today?" Her wide eyes watched them.
"We are looking for a lady, but not in that sort of way. Do you have any new worker here?" Rohan questioned.