By: BansheeMagee
In the gloomy wet darkness of Mardar, the bright glow of the halogen lights were the only sign of civilization. The multicolored flashes of electricity illuminated the damp street in magnificent splendor, and the digital advertisements of beautiful women seemed to attract even the low hanging fog.
Even before the plague, the Brothel Mardar was the only landmark worthwhile in the humid environment. Although there were now numerous such establishments scattered across Midora, the Brothel Mardar was the original of its kind.
The women, although breathtakingly beautiful, were all robotic. Even up close, no could tell that they weren’t of flesh and blood. Their skin was as smooth as the silk sheets that covered their designated beds, and their eyes were as bright and lovely as those of the finest models in Lamptoria City.
Brothel Mardar had all the normal pleasures of a large city saloon. Live music, cold drinks, gambling tables, and private dancers. No matter what species a guest derived from, there was always entertainment to be found at the Brothel Mardar.