Approach your Momma’s room

You finally feel your heartbeat coming back down to normal as you arrive at the long and luxuriously decorated corridor leading to your Momma’s bedroom. The panelled walls are lined with gifts she has received over the years for her services. Paintings from far-off lands, delicately chiselled marble statuettes and expertly forged blades are just some of the items on display.

The red and gold carpet quietens the sound of footsteps, to ensure creaks don’t disturb guests in their rooms with the Ruby of the Sea’s acolytes. Each room is enchanted to make sure no sound can escape, but sounds are allowed into the room so that doors can be knocked upon to request entry. Sometimes you like to imagine what is going on in some of the rooms just a few feet from you.

From what the acolytes have told you, quite often their clients are just looking for company, often playing board games or listening to the acolyte’s singing while enjoying a meal. But all the acolytes are fully trained by the Ruby, your Momma, in every aspect of adult entertainment.

As you walk around the corner at the end of the hall, you can see her door up ahead on the left. It is much more intricately carved than the others and features rubies set into the frame.

Approaching it, you pass by a full-length mirror and notice that your hair has been messed up by the wind. Using your fingers, you try to straighten and unknot it. With your head turned to the side to try and check the back of your hair, your eyes catch the row of cushioned chairs reflected behind you. The legs are made from intricately carved dark wood and the cushions are covered in a dark red material with a golden trim to the parallel the carpet.

Your mind returns to the woman who blushed at your accident earlier and you can’t help but wonder just how much of you she saw. Walking over to one of the chairs, you place your hands on top of one of the wooden frames and lean forward, looking over your shoulder at the mirror.

You are surprised to find that you don’t have to bend very far for a small amount of the black fabric beneath your dress to begin to reveal itself. How many times have you accidentally flashed other people around town without realising? You heart once again begins to race, but this time there is less fear and more lust. If it has happened so many times, and you never even knew, maybe you could get away with a little more?

Glancing at your Momma’s room just a few doors down the corridor, you realise that you can’t remember what her client schedule is meant to be for today. Someone could leave her room, or come around the corner to come to the waiting area at any moment. Doing anything further here might get you caught.