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Well, uh, you stammer, wiping a sizable bead of sweat off your brow before it can grow any larger, are, erm… any <span class="mu-i">Durher</span> girls available?
“Certainly, sir,” Nods the concierge as you steal a glance around the lobby for any sign of TT, “I’m sure we can accommodate any need you might have.”
Coughing out a quiet ‘good, good…’ as if you know what you’re talking about, you find yourself in a mental quagmire: you’ve gotten this far, you think as your mind grows a little fuzzy from the enchanting aroma in the room, and no doubt your friends are <span class="mu-i">ALSO</span> engaging in some vices of their own, so… so why <span class="mu-i">shouldn’t</span> you try this place out, right? Y-you’re no better than they are when you really think about it!
Sidling up next to the concierge’s desk, you swiftly scan the room one last time for your associates before adding in a hushed tone: and, um… c-could he also hook you up with a girl with, uh… <span class="mu-i">big breasts</span>...
“No trouble at all,” Nods the Gnok Lobbyman with nary a hint of surprise or judgement in his measured tone. “As I said, sir: we aim to please.” Tapping away at an unseen tablet for a moment, your helper steps down from his perch behind the counter and opens up a door leading deeper into the establishment!
“Right this way, sir,” He purrs, leading you down a hallway choked with warm, pleasant-smelling condensation. Your mind drifts to memories of the indoor swimming pool at your old rec center–the inviting humidity distracting you from the burn of stale chlorine in your eyes and nostrils. Leading you through a maze of corridors, the concierge maintains his rigid professionalism even as you overhear muffled voices from behind closed doors…
“Here you are, sir,” He announces as he comes to a halt in front of a door marked with a rough rug, “Payment is due upon leaving the room, the establishment waives all responsibility for any issues that may arise, treat our employees with respect and kindness, and please know that you may choose to remain anonymous for the session: discretion is key and the customer is king here at the Diamond Dust.”
Before you can respond, the Gnok gives the door a series of firm, but gentle knocks, prompting a muffled confirmation from within. “I shall collect you in half an hour, sir.” Punctuating his sentence with a polite bow, the concierge opens the door for you, sending a wave of incense washing over your face!
>CONTD.
