Now it's Hilda's turn to feel embarassed

Hilda stops in her tracks when she gets downstairs. Her face burns red hot in shame when she sees where she is, and she has to fight the urge to cover herself and scream.

"I... you..." Hilda's mouth dries out as she tries and fails to talk while she takes in the sights around her.

A large bar area takes up the wall adjacent to our hapless heroines. At the far end of the room is a small stage, but neither of those things is causing Hilda's current distress. It's the several half-dressed and mostly naked woman lounging about at tables and sofas a few feet away from her.

A few are talking to or otherwise engaged with clients. One stands up and leads her John into another room as Hilda and Silvia look on.

This is a brothel!