The Brothel

           I honestly didn't know what I was expecting when we had reached Laylia's doors. I had never stepped into a brothel before, let alone seen one so I was a little impressed with how big the building actually was. It was a mansion located atop of a hill just outside the city limits. Stone boulders cemented together formed the outside walls. They looked to have been stained black to give it a dark and creepy edge. The building was as large as seven passenger carts lead by a team of four horses. Bushes had grown out front, and looked to have been recently trimmed. They where neatened into square hedges, no sign of any jutting out branches or leaves. 

           The entry way was a large stone arch that held to doors shaved down and fitted to the odd shape. Large brass knockers where dawned on each door, a way to signal to the people inside that there where guests. The red paint on the door, se