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"All will be revealed in a minute." Meilir smiled at Arctus as the two of them entered.

They were in the parlor of what appeared to be, intially, an inn. A carpet extended out to a set of forking stairs that went up to a second floor, where they could see rows of rooms along either wall. Down in this parlor, a large hall with a massive, glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling, there were multiple little sitting areas. People sat here, men in expensive outfits, and women joining them.

The women, however, wore little-- or nothing at all. What they did wear was meant to entice and draw the eye, not conceal. They all wore half-masks, that concealed the top half of their faces, or yellow hoods. A women in her late forties or early fifties manned a desk near the stairs, and she was the only woman in the room dressed appropriately.

Meilir was grinning broadly at the room, drinking in the sights the brothel offered. "Cespar, boys." He sighed happily. "Never actually seen a nude Underelf.  This is a learning experience for me, too."