Indeed, there was something disarming about the beautiful young girl as she came in gingerly through the front gate. Perhaps if this had been a different kind of establishment, the guard's would've questioned her presence or at least asked her who'd sent her.
The sign over the gate identified the palatial complex as "The Oasis"
But, given the nature of things, she did fit in, in a less apparent sense. If she was sensitive to the presence of demons, the opulent surroundings would give it off a low, but constant presence as if the grounds were frequently traversed by demons. And there was something else, a kind of overshadowing presence that seemed to permeate every brick.
The wide double-doors at the front entrance were open, and a carpet from inside extended down the marble steps up to them. The doors were flanked by two guards, but they didn't give her any trouble, as she'd made it past the gate as if she was expected.
The air inside the place was faintly sweet. It smelled like high class debauchery. Smoke from many more things than tobacco hung in the air in trace amounts. Braziers with blue glass cast the place in a atmospheric blue light, washing out the noble clientele and beautiful, exotic-raced serving girls in turquoise. Famous bards played a slow, relaxing so g on an elevated stage surrounded by more hanging braziers.
The place was a den of sin, offering something for every kind of vice.
