Chapter 69 The Brothel Visit

• Meanwhile, far across the district.
• A thick, heavy night rapidly fell over the bustling city. The flickering oil lamps mounted on the cobblestone street corners glowed with a dim, sickly amber light, struggling to pierce through the creeping, damp mist rising from the filthy ground.
• The rhythmic, heavy clatter of a horse-drawn carriage violently broke the eerie silence. It rolled to a smooth halt directly in front of a towering, highly prominent building situated in the dead center of the red-light district. The scandalous establishment boasted intricate, lavish carvings winding up its thick stone columns and massive, ruby-red stained-glass windows that leaked a sinful glow into the fog.