The market place is a bustling place this time of day. The sun is hot and the breeze is invigorating. It's the perfect time to get the day's chores done in the land of Camelot.

People race to and fro, picking up parcels, buying food, selling livestock, looking at trinkets and shiny baubles that sly vendors pawn off at twice the price they were acquired for.

The sun makes its slow trek across the sky and the afternoon turns into the evening. The marketplace begins to empty. The merchants and shopkeepers close up shop and start to head home. Soon, as the sun disappears, there is not a living soul wandering the familiar streets, aside from thieves and cut-throats that prowl the shadows and the darkened alleys.

If one were to stop and listen, one would hear the random shouts of drunks from the open windows of nearby taverns; the smothered grunts of foolish men who wander too close to the concealing shadows and lose more than just their gold on this unfortunate night; the sound of shutters closing for the night as people get down to bed; the practiced moans of prostitutes plying their trade; but the one sound that would over shadow all of these would draw one's feet down the road, this blend of music and joviality.

The source of these sounds is the newest and best brothel in all of Camelot, the Round Table. It's a rather majestic looking building. the entrance is barred by two burnished mahogany doors and two tough looking brutes, whose loyalties are cemented by some of the best wages in the city. Leave one's weapons at the door, pay the 4 pound surcharge and one enters a world of pleasure, delight, and burlesque.

The lobby is well furnished with art and potted plants. The woman at the desk, wearing nothing except a smile directs one to one's choice of entertainment.

One set of doors leads to the infamous Round Table. It's a large stage where women dance and strip all night long. Some nights patrons get more than they bargain for. Dancing and stripping isn't all these ladies do on stage.

If watching isn't one's style, a set of stairs from the main lobby leads to the rooms that one can rent for the night. There all one's dreams can come true... for a price of course, but it would be a lie to say that the prices are not worth the goods.

There is also a staircase from the lobby that leads into the basement, for those with... unique tastes. Not only was the basement once an inquisitor dungeon, it also connects to the stables.

All in all, the Round Table is fully furnished to satisfy any taste or desire, though being a fledgling brothel it still requires two things:

1) customers

2) workers