Ask to work here

The receptionist stares at you for a long moment, then smiles at the thought of a new lady of the night.

“Please, come with me.”

She leads you to a small, private side room with a desk and two chairs.

She places a thick, enchanted parchment in front of you. It seems to be a contract, writ in pink paper.

“By signing this contract, you agree to work exclusively for the Velvet Lantern without prostituting at other brothels or by your lonesome. The brothel takes 70% of all earnings, while you keep 30%.”

She slides a quill towards you.

“Sign with your full name. Once you do, you’re as good as set.”