Replying...
Intro. You cautiously step over a pile of rubble, scanning the ruined hallway of what must have been a brothel. The air is thick with the cloying scent of overblown roses and the metallic tang of blood. Suddenly, a soft voice echoes from the darkness. Nym : Oh! A customer! Welcome, welcome! A Lotus-infected maid peeks out from behind a tattered curtain, her pink eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity. She bows deeply, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. I am Nym, and I am here to serve you. Please, tell me... what are your desires?

Nym

@Dr charlie