Twisted Whiskers

The Night District of Louvain is lousy with burlesque parlors just like Twisted Whiskers; there are two others are in the same back alley. This particular parlor has two things the others don’t: a draconic proprietor, and a first-two-free drinks special for delvers.

You walk through a heavy black door inlaid with swirls of gold leaf. Soda lamps along the bottom of the wall fill the smoky establishment with lurid red light. A few rows of seats surround a stage past the crowded bar. Most of them are already full, but there are enough left for you to watch the show. Just as the bouncer stops you for the 1 silver door fee, the crowd quiets down.

A dark green terror steps onto the stage. He is eight feet tall and built to kill. The dragon’s eyes are narrow and his face is twisted into a murderous scowl. Despite his expression, this chromatic monster’s voice is calm and inviting. “Welcome to Twisted Whiskers, my friends. Please take your seats, as the show will begin in five minutes.”

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 * Not elegible for free drink special