It was yet another night of the usual. Music, laughter, and the smell of wine mixed in with the feelings of lust permeating the halls.
One by one, the pavilions' regulars piled in, their expressions betraying their hopes of a night of pleasure.
Much was the same as the previous night, except for Poppy's absence tonight. She'd been distraught for much of the day, so much so that Madam Selene had decided to let her skip the evening's responsibilities.