Shy man goes to brothel

Your boots clunk on the wooden porch as you open the door of Miss Gertie's. Ostensibly a rooming-house for single unaccompanied girls, it's well known as the Teckleville town brothel. You tuck your ten gallon hat under your arm, and step inside.

"Evening, Sam." Gertie calls from behind the bar. Mavis ignores you, and keeps playing the upright piano. A few of the girls lounge on chairs and a long sofa. There are bedrooms upstairs, some presumably occupied.

"Whiskey. Shot of the good stuff." You tell Gertie, and sit down at the bar.

She pours it, and slides it over. "Here you go, hon. How about some company? Alison just arrived, off the train from Philadelphia."

Gertie gives you a lewd grin. "Or if you want, I could take care of you myself…"