El Broth. It's like, "The Broth" in Spanish. Let's go to El Broth-El, then.

"Fuck, I don't care," you say. "I doubt they'd be able to keep that brothel running if all the girls had gonnoreah in their pussies."

"Okay, it's your dick," Kat shrugs. "Do what you want with it. I'm staying down here, though, thanks."

You trot up the stairs and come to a circular room with a lot of doors. God damn you're starting to get sick of doors by this point. You want sex, not doors! But these all lead to private rooms where you can GET sex, so you figure you can hold out just a little bit longer. Not like your dick is going to explode if you don't get enough sex, right?

Well, not unless one of the girls gives you Nymphomanitis....

You're greeted by a wrinkly old lady who had probably once been really hot in her time, but by now was just kind of...gross. She introduces three girls for you, promising more if none of them were satisfactory. Really, the girls might be more tantalizing if they weren't being introduced by such an icky hag, but as it is, they still looked delicious. They were all wearing scanty burlesque outfits, each one in a different color.

"This is Mona," the old lady says, and one of the girls curtsies with a grin. Mona looks exotic, with her silky black hair put up in an elegant bun. She's clearly part Asian, but not fully, something that is especially evident when she speaks, with a thick celtic accent: "As my name implies, I like to moan!" Her burlesque outfit is purple, and her creamy light skin looks very smooth. She has a beauty mark on one of her cheeks, and when you look at her, she rasises one of her eyebrows and narrows the other, staring at you eagerly.

"This is Rose," says the old lady, introducing the next girl. Rose has long, flowing, dark ash-brown hair (she's placed a red rose in it for good measure), sultry dark eyes, and a decadent dark-grey dress that shows a lot of cleavage. She shifts her position slightly to give you a better view of it, and she watches as you look at her pale, ample breasts. When you finally tear your eyes off of them, you notice that she's sucking on a cigarette and looking at you like she'd rather be sucking your dick. Rose's figure has that rare but incredible combination of slender, curvy, and busty. She is incredibly tempting.

"And this is Michael," says the old lady, referring to a gir--oh, wait, no, it's a boy, just a very girly boy who happens to be wearing a lot of make up and a black and blue leather corset. He has silver eye make up, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a bold look on his face.

"Of course, there are other girls if you'd like to see them, too," says the old lady.