The room was stuffy and smelt of alcohol and sweat, men, most of them dressed in uniform sat around tables drinking and playing dice or standing in a crowd of scantily dressed women. Damrel's eyes were glued on these women as they walked around, weaing just enough clothing to cover their breasts and short torn up skirts around their waists. Even lictoral face into his natural instinct and stared a bit. Satar had the room already mapped out with his keen eyes.
One of the whores walked up to the group, Damrel began talking and the two walked off. Lictoral shook his head and sat down on a stool by the bar with satar while Conner went off somewhere out of their sight.