A friendly looking, corpulent older lady.

You approach a woman who seems a bit out of place at first glance. Most of the guests here seem to be rather young. A few men with grey hair at their temples are present, but, as far as you can tell, very few women who seem to be older than 35.

This woman is an exception. Well, she's not "old", her hair has a vibrant red colour (although one never knows if that colour is real), her bosom is quite voluminos and she wears extravagent, fine clothes. She looks friendly somehow, and rather amused. As you walk up to her to start a conversation, she interrupts you after your first words.

"You're a first-timer, aren't you?"
There's no reason to deny it, so you nod.

"Well, don't let it overwhelm you, young man. You'll get the hang of it. It all seems a bit much at first, and some parts can be a bit nasty if you are unprepared, but we're still all civilized people, right?"

"You've been here before?" you ask. Somehow this surprises you. The woman nods. "Oh yes, I'm a regular. My husband is important and I, well I am quite well known in circles where people lust for sex." She laughs. Then she sees the surprise on your face and laughs some more. "Oh, young man, are you so naive to think that women over 40 somehow lose their interest in fucking? Quite the contrary, I tell you. We know what's good and we know how to get it."

You nod, even a bit ashamed. Then you exchange a few words with the woman who calls herself "Ophelia", but the way she says it, it's probably not her real name.

"You seem like a decent young boy. Let me give you a few pieces of advice: Don't splurge all your coins, you might need them later. You could get into trouble if you hand out your precious wealth right and left. There are folks here who are preying on newcomers, so think with your head and not with your willy..."

She also mentions that the next rooms will all be rather open and grand. The smaller rooms, where the "real fun" starts are located in what she calls "the inner sanctum" of the building. Those rooms seem to have themes and names. The "Wooden Room" for example is a place for punishments.

"Punishments?" you ask.
"Oh well, of course. People locked in stocks and being spanked, for example. Or tied to wooden crosses with easy access to tease and stimulate them. Stuff like that. It's all harmless. Well - for most of us." She chuckles.

You thank her for her information and then decide that it's time to walk on.