[ WP ] The bars , nightclubs , and brothels of the fantasy world .

In a hole in the ground no really lived at all. It was a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of people'worms' and an oozy smell. It was also a dry, bare and sandy hole if that was what you were in to: it was The Hobbit's-hole, and that means comfort. What ever comfort you desired you could be satisfied in The Hobbit's-Hole. 
 
 It had nice round door, painted red, with a shiny yellow knob right in the middle. The door opened to red staircase leading downward. At the end of the staircase a waiting room. An oppressive room, with smoke paneled walls, and shaggy brown carpets. Provided with unpolished chairs, and not a single peg for hats and coats. The hobbit's hole was fond of visitors - but only after a few coins are exchanged. The tunnels inside the hobbit's hole wound on and on, going every which way, but almost never straight, underneath the hill - The Hill as all the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened within it. The proprietors of The Hobbit's-Hole made sure it was very difficult to find anything unless you know where it already was: bathrooms, offices, waiting areas, bedrooms ( lots of these ), dressing rooms ( they had whole rooms devoted to special clothes ), dungeons, and dining-rooms, all very close yet very far for anyone who did not need to know where they were. The best rooms were found by following the left-hand side ( going in ), then the right, then the left again. For these were the ones hardest to get to, and there for the hardest to find or get out of if things go awry. 
 
 This establishment was very well-to-do establishment, and it was a brothel. This brothel had been in the neighborhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered it very well established, and respectable, not only because of services render, but because such services never hid anything unexpected, you can tell the Hobbit's-Hole exactly what you wanted and you would receive, to the point the telling was almost unnecessary. 
 This is a story about how The Hobbit's-Hole had an adventure, found itself doing, and spraying things altogether unexpected. It may have lost the neighborhoods respect, but it gained....well, you will see whether it gained anything that it will ever be able to get rid off.
