A Hot Affair

The double doors open up to you, allowing you to step into the spacious, barely furnished room. Cherry red walls and creamy pink carpeting are made more decadent by the plush but empty couches, exotic plants, and sultry incense. A put-together woman sits behind the rose-wood desk, flipping through a catalog of various toys and making notes about them on a yellow notepad under her right hand. When you approach, she looks up at you through thin, square glasses that she pushes up her nose further. Her pink-painted lips smile innocently. “Welcome to our brothel,” she practically purrs. “Just enter the door of your gender and enjoy.”
You approach the door, glancing back at her and seeing her checking her bun and straitening her suit jacket. The doors to choose from look like the doors to public bathrooms with the tell-tale signs representing man and woman by their sharp-edged clothing.