⚔️Serberia

Veserod nodded and led his guest down Culture Street. "Well, this is Culture Street... It says 'culture,' but there's not much culture here. Actually... This is the 'casino' your master wanted to go to. It's hard to miss; you can see it yourself. There's security standing there with those fake ears... That's to make sure your master behaves. And that sign with the woman is so your master can find it even when he's dead drunk. And there are girls standing around in costumes," Veserod looked Harissa up and down and nodded thoughtfully. "You know what... Your master might want a costume for you too. So... maybe it would be a good idea to prepare? Try it on at the hotel, for example. And I, as an experienced person, could take a look and make sure it fits properly. Just a thought..." Veserod shrugged. "There's another sewer grate. You could jump on it, but it's closed. Although, given your proportions, it's probably better not to... And over there... Hmm... Ah... What is that?" He frowned and stared intently at the facade of another building for a few moments. "Ah! Yes. I've heard about it. It's some kind of barbershop. I haven't been there, but women go there to get themselves all dolled up. Well, you might not need it, but your master... " Veserod grinned slyly and shrugged. "Well... It depends on how old he is, I guess... Whether they'll serve him or not... Anyway, it's up to you." They walked another half-step. "And this is a 'bookstore,' if your master knows how to read, that is, if he likes to read. But the selection is poor. Just magazines with women. It's okay as a souvenir, but not for a respectable person. And that's it. This street is small, just like the culture itself. There are a lot of drunkards and perverts here, so you have to be careful."