^{Littlefinger's Brothel}

The opulent establishment flashes its wealth and glamour even from the exterior, and it leaves no doubt in pedestrians' minds that this establishment is only for a select few.

Being one of those select few, you confidently approach the entrance, and the two bouncers, one armed with a sawed-off double barreled shotgun and the other with a Thompson block your way to make sure you have clearance to enter. Smiling, you reassure them that you have financial and political connections, and that you are also involved in this little thing of ours.

The bouncers then step aside to let you enter. The interior of the building is finished with pure white Italian marble, and draped with the finest quality red velvet. Oil paintings of various couples in erotic positions line nearly every available surface of the walls. An attractive, extremely busty woman steps towards you, and you feel a surge of pleasure to see how scantily clothed she is. 

She leads you to a set of armchairs hand-crafted from pure Italian leather, while explaining that she is the Madame of the establishment, and also gently running her slender hand over your loins and exclaiming at the enormity. Once you are seated, a well dressed waiter hands you a double Scotch, explaining that the first drink is on the house along with a refill. 

He then points you to a room full of well-dressed gentlemen and explains that you can try your luck there should you feel like gambling. He also hands you a drinks menu, which you notice has got wines from France, aged whiskys and many more offerings designed to satisfy your refined palate. 

The madame then returns and hands you a far more desirable menu, illustrating the main wares the establishment has to offer, as well as the charges per amount of time spent with each respective entertainer. 

"We have something to cater to everybody's tastes" the Madame tells you smiling seductively. "You can enjoy yourself here without fear of any judgement or prosecution. The owner of this fine establishment really detests laws that dictate what people can do in the bedroom!" she assures you.

She leans forward until you are nearly smothered by her ample bosom. "If you cannot find what you are interested in on the menu, we can also arrange for that to be prepared and sent directly to an address of your choice of course." she whispers conspiratorially in your ear, before walking away, swaying her rear with each step.

So, welcome, welcome to the house of hedonism, debauchery and sin. Do step in, kick off your shoes, and all of your other articles of clothing when the time comes, and enjoy yourself at Littlefinger's Brothel.