Don’t get involved

Hm, don’t exactly know how things work around here. Best trust Syvella on this one…

You turn your head and walk on as the two thugs continue their ****. You follow Sevella through the night market as you see many crude sights. **** and homemade **** are one of the most common sights throughout these slums. Many lowlifes experience various forms of **** induced euphoria just out on the street.

Ugh, this place is filthy. Why the hell does Syvella know about it?

Through a nearby window, you look into a building with aggressively bright red lighting. You are startled as someone slams into the window from the other side. A naked woman is pushed into the window as she’s taken by her lover from behind. Her massive breasts distractingly bounce against the window as you modestly avert your gaze.

They sure are… er, open about things around here.

A short time later you find yourself outside an unassuming hovel of a building. Seems to be some sort of gambling den by the surrounding signs. Still not entirely how the interaction is going to play out, you decide to speak up.

“So uh, either of you two actually got a plan here?”

Frost turns to you, a nervous smile on her face.

“I have no idea what’s going on, but I doooo not like it here! It’s just real gross.”

“Shush you two.” Svella says speaking up. “We just need to startle him a bit and he should give up my gold. Redhook is a notorious coward.”

“So we just go in or?” Frost asks quizzically. One step ahead, Syvella enters through the front door. “Guess that’s a yes huh…” Frost shrugs before following.