Black Sail

Inside Londen City.

Due to rampant prostitution and reckless gambling, Mika's money had dwindled to almost nothing.

In Londen City, there were two types of brothels: one was the middle to high-class establishments protected by nobles, complete with song and dance performances and fine food and drink facilities. The other, which mirrored the current depression of Beima Duchy, was nothing more than cellars set up by ruffians—best left unmentioned.

Mika couldn't afford the first type, but he also looked down on the latter.

He was experienced and knew that in times like these, there were many whores desperate for work; seeing someone on the street selling flowers for the high price of thirty copper coins, it was almost certain they were orchestrated by a pimp.

"Are we there yet?"

An old crone was leading Mika through the dilapidated region on the outskirts of Londen City, winding left and right through crowded buildings. Mika was growing impatient as a light rain began to fall from the sky.

"We're close."

Finally, the old woman led Mika down a dim alleyway, through a passage, and up a rickety, narrow, squeaky staircase into a second-floor apartment.

The old crone knocked a unique pattern on the door. Footsteps sounded from inside, and the door cracked open, restrained by a rusty chain, revealing an old woman and a man.

Without a word, the woman from within unfastened the chain and opened the door.