You walked around the place, inhaling the sweet fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood. The whole place was traditionally Japanese, with the wooden floor giving way s bit as you step on them. Yet, there's some modern design integrated as well as the walls aren't paper thin but properly adequate to block the sounds of pleasure, even as you can see generally blurry outline in some of the rooms.
As you moved through the narrow hallway, the dim amber lighting cast long, flickering shadows, turning the corridor into a labyrinth of hushed secrets and soft, expensive fabrics.
You looked at the nearby sign that shows nearby available rooms, available meaning there's someone waiting.
The nearest door was private suite, good for some quite time with the waiting attendant. While you can see that there's someone there, you don't know who it is.
Across the hall, there's the personal bathhouse where the maid there can help you bath, as well as provide additional service.
Finally, the path leads to a room draped in heavy, midnight-blue curtains. This is the performance parlor, From the description, there was a performance where you can go someone perform a strip tease. The thing is, you wouldn't be the only one man there.
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