Explore the facilities.

The interior is actually rather cozy. Perhaps plenty come for the lounge alone, and not just for the brothel. The floorboards are dark wood and polished clean. Ahead is a bar run by a finely dressed devil-man, currently serving a few different patrons upon soft burgundy stools. A red carpet covers the far corner of the tavern, adjacent to a brick fireplace as well as a sofa and two chairs. A few sit there as well, sharing glasses of wine as they chatter amongst one another. Magic candles illuminate the room, enough to see but it's rather dim in most places--soothingly so. And the incense you smelled earlier is burning on an end table nearby.

Farther to the right, the room opens into a serious of tables for people to dine, or just to mingle.

Though beyond that, it isn't like your finest class establishment, catering only to snobby nobles. Tanver's Crossing is a way-point for travellers. Many of the people you see inside are merchants or adventurers--especially the latter, at least right now. You spot plenty of chainmail vests, swords and shields, magic robes, and some are even planning their next adventure on a map spread out over a table between mugs of ale.

You watch as those sitting by the fire stand and return their drink-ware to the bar before making their leave.

"Might as well head up front first," you suggest.

You and the others approach the counter.

As you do, the devil greets you with a polite bow of his head, while polishing off a class using a fresh cloth he only just withdrew from a basket nearby. "Greetings," he says. "I don't believe I recognize any of you, so welcome to the Hungry Cyclops. Are you here for business, or for pleasure? If it's the latter, I'm afraid there's nobody here willing to take on six people at once. Not until Cynthia returns from vacation."

Intrigued, Niki glances over to you. "I kinda wanna know about Cynthia."

"We're here... for both," Eva claims with a strange, unwarranted confidence.

"Actually, I was wondering if a certain girl was around," you say.

"Of course, sir. What's her name?" the man asks.

"Time."

"Ah. This again. Well, you can certainly try, but if she deems your treatment harassment, I will personally place you into the trash bin outside."

"Wow. I'm guessing she's dealt with some uncool guys."

"Thankfully not often, but it's happened. Not that it doesn't occasionally occur with others, but well--Nevermind. She told me she'd willingly hear anybody out, so it isn't my business to speak beyond heeding your request. As so it happens, the girl you seek is right behind you." He nods his head in the direction of the couch.

The dark brown cushions of the sofa shine a warm glow as the fireplace flickers nearby--real flames, not magical light--and sitting upon it is one who wasn't there moments ago. She sits there, waiting--listening to your query with curiosity. Her eyes are upon you. Though much to your surprise, she does appear rather plain. That isn't to say she isn't attractive. Her short head of red hair is cute, as are her freckles, and she wears a poofy dress not unlike a spicy bar maiden, with the skirt cut short, and clean white heels. Her chest is perky, though not massive. She has cute hips, though she's no succubus. Still the way her gaze lingers still lures you in. You feel as if there's more going on than first presented.

She beckons a finger, desiring you to approach.

Eva immediately claims one of the chairs with a leap. She sinks back into the matching cushions and sighs with a smile. Then right after, Niki does nearly the same gesture with the second one right beside her. Meanwhile, Amara approaches the roaring flames and holds her hands over the soothing warmth. Snow leans against the edge of it, not far from where she stands, watching the other patrons curiously.

Xiaoqing steps over, looking for a place to sit. The sofa is still available, but the girl sitting there has made it clear who she wants to join beside her.

Niki slaps her thighs. "Hey, Xiaoqing! Come sit on my lap."

"Wh-What?" she asks.

"Something wrong with that?"

Meanwhile, you step across the carpet, and sit down right beside the girl known as Time.