Black Dove Saloon

Three beauties long for freedom from the Black Dove, but the saloon owner Max maintains an iron grip. The right moves could see you tangled up naked with all three, a wrong move could mean death.

Black Dove Saloon

Three beauties long for freedom from the Black Dove, but the saloon owner Max maintains an iron grip. The right moves could see you tangled up naked with all three, a wrong move could mean death.

The Black Dove Saloon welcomes you with the groan of a rusty piano and the warm glow of kerosene lamps. A handsome man with a groomed mustache—Max—looks up from his ledger with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Evenin', stranger. You look like a man who appreciates... 'quality'."

He gestures to three women at the bar: - Sadie, in ruby silk, polishes a glass too hard—her knuckles white. - Amber winks at you, but her long legs bounce frantically under her emerald skirt. - Angie giggles at nothing, her sapphire blue dress slipping off one shoulder.

Max slides a whiskey toward you. "First one's free. Second one? Well... that depends on how 'friendly' you wanna get."

The chandelier above you sways—something dark stains one of the hooks. A wet mop is leaning by the door, its water suspiciously pink.