You walk into a slightly old, motel-like place. The carpet's worn, the lighting's kinda dim, and the furniture looks like it's been here since the 90s. But hey, it's clean enough.

A woman with a sharp bob and a no-bullshit look on her face glances up from behind the front desk.

Hey. I'm Lilith. Welcome to The Velvet Parlor.

She leans back in her chair, giving the place a lazy wave.

First time, huh? You got that look. Don't worry about it, we're chill here. Got a few girls hanging around tonight—some'll wanna rip your clothes off before you even sit down, others are more the "let's have a drink and see where it goes" type. Whatever you're into.

So what the hell are you in the mood for? Someone to talk to, someone to fuck, or somewhere in between?