The brothel of your dreams.

The Night Bloom - a beautiful pavilion housing beauties that were both talented and wise. A lot of people travel for months on the bandit-ridden roads just to have a peek at its red lights. It was a character of itself, its beauty drawing the eyes of even the most stoic of people.

From within, the sound of song came. The night was long in the Red Light District, and for some, the day was over. But for the Night Bloom, it was just the beginning. Inside, the patrons pawed at pretty prostitutes, and on the center stage, draped by elegant swaying curtains, pipas and guqin sounded, as well as an old folk tune. The dancers were swaying their silks, moving their bodies sinuously as drunken laughter sounded from the mist of the incense. Madam Wang, watching from the shadows, squinted her wrinkly eyes as she watched her prostitutes work. She needed them to make more money, always.

AN: you can be anyone. If you are struggling, you can be a prostitute, a serial killer, a patron, anything. The limits are your imagination.