The building stood out because it was grand and surprisingly well maintained. He assumed a whorehouse would lack class, but this place was drowning in it.
Compared to the other facilities and buildings he came across on his journey, the Foxhole definitely didn't look like a place that belonged in the E district.
It made sense now. Why men, and women from several districts higher would come down to this hellhole to get their beaks wet. And all this just from seeing the outside.
The building had a neon sign above the entrance that glowed a deep, sultry red, shaped like a fox's head with eyes that seemed to track passersby.
And the exterior was clean, the windows covered with dark curtains that hinted at secrets within.
Kurt took his hands out his pocket, ruffled his already messy dirty-blonde hair, and stepped inside.
