Right

As you break to the right, you see a burst of sun as the towering slums disappear from around you and you break into an opening in the middle of the city. You look around and spot a large building over to the side - knowing that the thieves will still be after you, you take off towards it, and speed up when you realize that it is a business of some kind.

You quickly cross the threshold and go through the door, but are temporarily blinded as your eyes adjust to the suddenly dark interior. Blinking quickly, you realize that you've stumbled upon a brothel, as you see several barely clothed women lounging around the main room, with several men dressed in fine silks touching them and walking towards unoccupied rooms where they would surely fuck.

Looking further across the room you make eye contact with an older woman, probably 40, but still radiantly attractive. As she walks over to where you're standing, you can't help but stare at her body. Dressed in flowing silks that accentuate her full breasts and wide hips, she strides with confidence, helped by her towering over all the other girls and most of the men in the brothel (excluding you). Her skin is smooth, a deep shade of black, and her eyes are soft but hard-set, the hazelwood staring into you with a smolder.

"Hello sir," she says, her voice heavily accented with something not quite Westerosi, "can I ask why you've come here, to my establishment?"

Thinking quickly, you respond, "I have gold, and I'd like the best experience that money can buy."

She looks at you with suspicion and then with awe as you produce the bag of gold dragons given to you by the Kingsguard.

"Well then sir," she says, her voice dripping with sex, "I can offer you our kingly package - you can have sex with as many women as you want until you come to orgasm - and you get a new woman whenever you make them orgasm - after all, we do have a guarantee for your satisfaction."

"That would serve me well," you reply, forking over the gold, "where do I start?"

"Go into that room," she says, pointing to a plain oak door, "the first woman, Marei, will be along shortly."