Brothel

It took her an hour or two, but she had finally arrived. She had to ask about five people for the way around. Once she was in front of Rizz’s, it was obvious what it was. “A brothel... Classy.” She picked up her skirt and walked into the loud establishment, head high. Disdain, already creeping into her.

Venus loathes brothels. Alistarr would go to them when upset, and she always had to wait overnight for him to come back. It was never a pleasant sight, his arrival. He, without fail, would smell of alcohol and herbs from women's garments. His clothes would have stains and be torn and or disheveled.

Once Venus was in the brothel, she decided she would never go to one again. The smell of sweat and alcohol so pungent it made her sneeze. As her sneezing fit engulfs her attention, a man grabs the sash on her red dress, pulling her back toward him.

“Hey lady, what are you doing standing around? Get busy.” Venus slaps the man’s hand away and turns toward him in a fit of fury.