She enters.

Immediately Alice realizes she's made quite a mistake. She's in a room far too big to be in that small cottage. It's massive. There is a stairway in the middle which leads up to a hall full of doors. And she stands there still naked.

"Hello? Is anyone here," she calls timidly. A whisp of cold are and spark and a woman stands before her. A large towering woman with the snout of a pig and the tail of a rat.

"My oh my you are a pretty one" she says. Alice cowers in fear. "Now now, don't be afraid. I am Madam Biddle and this is my brothel." Madam Biddle smiles a crooked smile and places a bony hand on Alice's shoulder. Alice takes a deep breath trying to be brave. She looks around more at her surroundings, curously noticing a large clock that isn't ticking.

"Why is that clock broken," she asks.

The madam smiles. "Why my dear that clock works perfectly fine. Except...well we don't have time here."

"You don't keep time. How strange," muses Alice.

"No, no, no," says the strange woman, "Time simply does not exist in this place. There is no today, no yesterday, and certainly no tomorrow. Our visitors exit here the exact moment they enter. Everything is happening now. But you have plenty of time to get acquainted to this. Come we shall prepare a room for you."

Alice resists, "I'm sorry but I'd just like to get some clothes and to go."

"I'm afraid I cannot grant those requests," smiles Madam Biddle. "You see my girls never leave...and they never wear clothes...and you've signed a contract." At that a contract with Alice's name appears in her hands. Alice is befuddled and a bit terrified. It's her signature alright.

"But...when?" she says confused.

"Poor girl," Madam Biddle answers, "the same time everything here happens...now. Now up this way." Alice follows her up the stairs and down the hall into a very nicely furnished room. "Isn't this nice?" the Madam asks. "This will be your room." Alice nods quietly. It really isn't that bad. Madam Biddle smiles back and closes the door behind Alice.

Alice finally getting a little comfortable being exposed, finds a seat on the soft bed. In a matter of minutes the door opens and Madam Biddle pokes her head back in. "My dear," she says, "since you're new here, I will give you a little treat. A line of customers has formed for you very quickly, and I will let you choose... would you like your first customer to be a man or a woman?"