Mia's suspicions

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. 

The destination of our short trip turned out to be obvious when I asked the brothel's guards to deal with the thief. Still, approaching the building and actually moving towards its doors caused magnitudes of difference in terms of pressure. 

I stood right on the doorstep and placed my hand on the doors. Even though I looked ahead, I could feel Mia's eyes drilling holes in my back. 

'There is no turning back now,' I thought, swallowing a gulp of saliva and pushing the doors open. 

In an instant, the dim atmosphere of the street was replaced by the bright light of the brothel's main hall. The everpresent red candles gave off a red hue, clearly communicating the purpose of this place, even better than a horde of half-naked girls roaming the place and humoring the guests.