He's already expected.

Nearly as soon as Adam walks in, a woman dressed unlike most other women at the Galley approaches him; she wears her hair in a tight ponytail, with a dress shirt and a tie.

"Sir... SIR!"

Adam turns around to look at the woman, who seems to have almost a steady march towards Adam.

"Yeah, you. It's clearly your first time here, so before you walk in - it's our house policy to educate our guests after some... unfortunate touchy accidents with our ladies. Can we take you somewhere private first?"

Adam feels somewhat apprehensive and shocked by the cold approach, but quickly realizes that he seems to have no options - the woman isn't going to let him leave. There's already no way back - but Adam also realizes that this might already be it. Whatever the woman is telling him is a nonsensical excuse to get him alone, private.

Adam follows the woman into a private room.

As soon as he enters, the woman locks the door, and grips his face tightly with her left hand, pale with long and sharp fingernails.

"You think I've never seen your type? They don't walk in every day, but damnit if today isn't one of them. You're here for your deepest carnal desires, aren't you? You're not here to fuck - you're here to get fucked. You want nothing more than to become one of our whores. But I've got good news for you - we've got a vacancy. "