Blackwater led them through the hallways of the brothel as though he were a king showing off his empire that he was so proud of.
The halls were dimly lit and they lined with silk curtains that draped from ceiling to floor. The air smelled of sweet perfume and candle wax, thick with something Evangeline couldn't quite place…lust, indulgence… temptation perhaps?
At every twist and turn, there were glimpses of pleasure everywhere.
There was a room whose door was covered with sheer blue drapes, clear enough to see what atrocities were going on inside.
She could see pillowed floors and sheer golden drapes, where a group of figures lounged.
She could clearly see the outline of a perfect bodied woman, tracing the outline of a cock with the lip of her tongue.
Sereia gasped, "did you see that?" she questioned.
"I don't think its possible to miss," Anakin said.
