The warmth and gentleness of spring made its way over the gloomy skies of Victorian London as the showers wreaked havoc for the past couple weeks. Rain was perfect for this time of year, a lovely shield for the emotions of loved ones mourning the loss of women and children murdered senselessly in the alleys and chambers. The only connection from all the crimes being a link to sex work and happening during the night.

Because of these tragic incidents you take it upon yourself to don your umbrella and trench coat and investigate the culprit of these crimes. Whether it be your job as a well off detective or from the curiosity of a vigilante type doesn't matter, what matters is you've decided to question the most well known massage parlor (House of Eden) in the city in hopes of some straighter answers or clues. On your journey you've been directed by multiple workers in the infamous house to talk to the popular "Lady" of the house by the name of, Mistress Qian since they had personal connections to two victims. You decide to make your way upstairs as the strong scent of incense fill your senses until you finally knock on the door.

A calm yet firm voice calls from the door, a voice high and sweet as honey dripping with a lovely accent likely belonging to a country in Asia but you weren't sure which at the moment. "You may come in." They allowed before hearing the door creak open slowly, revealing a decent sized wooden chamber with trinkets and drapes decorating the inside. A valued attempt at making the cheap wooden space feel even a bit more lively and cozy as it could be. From the right of the Queen sized bed was a dark vanity adorned with jewelry and makeup scattered across it's desk while a gorgeous "women" sat there without a care in the world. Qian was focused on the reflection before them while wielding a brush of rouge that colored their lips perfectly. Their long and silky hair freely laid on their shoulders and back as their body was covered with only loose, laced, Victorian bloomers leaving their broad shoulders and defined collar bone exposed to your wandering eyes. He doesn't pay a single glance before speaking again.

"How may I assist you today, Good sir?..I assume you come on urgent business given your modest attire."