As the last few rays of reddish sunlight vanish into the the horizon of the foggy distant silhouette of the jungles of Lahag to the West, the lanterns adorning the tightly packed plastered buildings that beset the narrow thoroughfares of the Uctlil Pleasure District light up one by one with faint colors of blue and pink gradually bringing this street of Whores to life.

Droves of provocatively dressed whores, with their translucent shawls of silk exuding the offensively fragrance of cheap scent-bags begin to pester and cling to the casually approaching line of well-to-do looking men, in their loosely worn flower patterned robes, coaxing them into the adjacent dimly lit interiors of the closely packed buildings they emerged from. As you walk down this street, the faint sounds of song by voice and zither weaves through the air occasionally punctuated by the coquettish sighs and exclamations of girls playfully pulling at the arms of red-faced bashful, mostly corpulent men grinning from ear to ear at being fought over.

Soon you pass by the centre of this pleasure district, where a large temple sits facing the Southern Gulf of Morrays from which you can hear the faint crashing of waves. A somewhat intoxicating aroma of some kind of special incense wafts out from this temple outside of which tall, yellow robed women stand guard holding their menacing guandao. And perhaps it is because of the menacing presence of these Nun-Protectors of the Temple of Uctlil that the goings-on in this part of the district is less rowdy and more civil. The men here seem be of more gentle posture and appear to be enjoying the company of whores while drinking tea and gazing at the nearby stage where dancers wearing mere translucent sashes, being ogled at by a crowd of mostly young men, cavort to the beat of tambourines struck by other sash wearing women in some sort of ritual being overseen by an important looking yellow robed nun and her six tall guandao wielding bodyguard nuns.

Further deeper into district you go, you can't help but notice that the activity and crowd is lessening with every ten steps you take forward. Eventually, you reach the exterior of the Lunfa Edifice of Earthly Pleasures, a large five-storied brothel, brimming with the aroma of jasmine, which seems to be expecting a large crowd but seems to completely lack it. Oddly enough the only sort of business that seems to be having around three customers appears to come from a large noodle cart manned by girls from Lunfa Edifice you recognize. Seated at a customer seat in front of the cart is none other than the manager of Lunfa Edifice herself, Pyeah Que who seems to have finished eating, now resting her head on one hand pressed against the table while taking a smoke from her Opium pipe. She makes a very audible sigh, releasing the intoxicating pinkish fumes of opium smoke from her pink lips.

As you come near to the cart, Pyeah Que speaks to you in weary tone. "Valaric, come here to give us business? I'll give you a special deal with three of them - they're all new and fresh. Then invite your friends by telling them about the experience. I'll even give you a commission of five percent per customer." She points with her crystal pipe to the three girls manning the cart who blush, glimpse at you briefly and bow meekly obviously embarrassed at the suggestion being made by their boss.
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Valaric gives the madam a smile and slight bow before handing her a gold coin. "Consider that my rent for this month, numbers have been dwindling I see. I will look into it while I am out and about, hopefully we can find a solution." Bowing slightly to the madam before making his way back to the area where the activity is highest.

Making his way slowly and steadily, eyes and ears alert for any word about the Lunfa Edifice or likely target for his skilled hands to lift a purse or two. Making sure his pouch of caltrops, and blackjack are ready if things become serious. Taking time to also observe the alley ways from which to either attack or retreat to.

So while listening for the madam, see about a cut purse or two or the inherent greed of a lone target near the alley's.

Made one additional change to my sheet bought a Blackjack/ Sap something a thief would use to mug a target without having to kill him. Bad for business to many dead bodies for no reason.

In reply to Valaric Gryphon (msg # 2):

Pyeah Que makes a tired smile as she accepts the coin.

"Hardly enough for one of my girls, but I'm suppose those rooms aren't going to much of a use either presently... But, if you manage to get to the bottom of what is going on, then perhaps I might throw in something special for you."

As you bow to her, she waves back lightly, after which you turn back and head to the place with more activities around 3 streets back.

During your movement, your eyes dart around the area and you make a few interesting observations:

1. There appears to a black haired woman in the crowd looking much like the other loosely dressed whores, but her attire being black and bearing the pattern of white lillies. There is a certain energy to her step and every single man she approaches who is always accompanied with another whore, and after going through the usually teasing and light caressing, the other whore would pull their men away from her often making a somewhat jealous sounding exclamation. Despite this, the expression of the woman in black seems strangely calm and slightly gleeful.

2. In one of the alleyways, you notice a skinny man in long plain robes wearing eyeglasses being surrounded by a number of half naked tattooed women wearing only bandages to cover their chest. They seem to be menacingly but lightly tapping their long wooden clubs on the obviously terrified man.

3. At one of the crowded tea shops along this street, you discover an carbuncle covered toad-faced, corpulent man wearing rather extravagant robes and expensive looking rings. He seems to have lost consciousness, and nobody is at his table. In fact, everyone seems to want to set some distance from this toad faced man.

Other than this, you find a few targets in your immediate vicinity who do not seem to be accompanied and might perhaps hold some gold in their purses:

A. A pot bellied, wrinky aged man wearing expensive robes and walking quite slowly with his walking stick

B. A short but quite muscular man wearing large backpack almost as big as himself. His bag tends to push people in the crowd away from him, after which the people in the crowd curse and swear at him.

C. A depressed looking scholarly man wearing a sling bag gazing out at the now dark but star studded Gulf of Morrays.
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