Your Deepest Desires

Las Pegasus is a big place, with lights shining from every street corner and building. Tourists are bustling to and fro, even non-pegasii are bustling about despite the city being perched atop a cloud as white as snow, thanks to a powerful enchantment placed on the cloud itself. It seems like every sight you see is a new marvel in this place, but you only have one destination, which hovers in front of you as you round the final corner.

The building looks new, built of wood and cloudstuff, with windows tinted so dark you can't see inside. The place also looks massive, big enough to house hundreds of ponies in total comfort. The tallest spire in the center punches into one of the clouds that hovers overhead to give some shielding from the intense and constant rays of the sun that would otherwise beat down on ponies who lived on a cloud.

As your hooves carry you along the fluffy path toward the large wooden double-doors, there's a sign hanging from a post driven into the cloudstuff. Deepest Desires: Where you can touch your dreams. With curiosity tugging at you, you pass the sign and push the doors open.

You move through the large wooden doors with a sense of awe. Despite its intimidating size, soft candlelight along with carpets and drapes made from muted blues and greens give you a sense of comfort and softness. There's no unease in the air, in fact the grand central hallway gives you a sense of anticipation.

"Welcome to your Deepest Desires." A sultry voice fails to echo in the lavishly cushioned front hallway, drawing your attention toward the brothel's proprietress. "Where our name isn't just a marketing tagline." The long-legged changeling queen gives you a wink as she approaches from the top of the winding stairwell in front of you. "Please don't be alarmed. My name is Queen Moxxi, and this is my little hive of changelings."

You watch the changeling queen make her way down the steps and sidle toward you with a strangely enticing sway of her hips. "No doubt you're wondering many things about now. If you wish, I will answer any questions you have... or we can get right down to business, if that is your pleasure?" Her tongue licked at her lips as she examined your face. "Please don't take this the wrong way, you ponies do tend to look alike to us sometimes, so if I may ask... are you a mare or a stallion?"

"I'm a boy."

"I'm a girl."

"I need to know more about you first."

... Run away!