In a ward known for its low-class, often depraved, offerings, the Tussle House ranks among the very best, or worst depending on how you see such things. Its employees, both male and female, are all of high quality, but what sets them apart from other brothels is their willingness to engage in just about any acts their clients can dream up. One patron in particular, an undertaker named Maron, does not pay for the brothel’s normal services—rather, he only asks to make small cuts on those he hires, which he then sews up with enough precision to leave only the slightest of scars. Two of Tussle House’s employees exist only to indulge Maron, allowing him to reopen the same wound over and over again in exchange for avoiding the other duties of the hall’s employees.
The cost for such services is high, of course, even by the standards of those who still live in relative luxury in other parts of town. In addition to standard fees, each of the clients must give over a family heirloom or personal keepsake, even a trinket or bauble so long as it is at least somewhat dear to them, which is promptly added to the collection of the Tussle House’s madam, an enigmatic and ageless Erenlander named Arla Dell.
Arla, despite her occupation and the reputation of her house, is welcome at every feast and gathering in the city. She does have a few enemies among the legates and the resistance, but otherwise she enjoys an almost unprecedented level of social mobility and fluidity in the city of Baden’s Bluff.