The Mouse House

"You misunderstand, my new friend, the Mouse House is a place of rest and relaxation. Just... perhaps a different kind than you had thought originally. Are you sure you wouldn't like to peruse our selection?"

— Squee K. Whiskers, proprietor

A Featherlight Touch

Nestled in a quiet spot, though by no means quiet itself, sits the entrance to the Mouse House. Echoes of cries from the inside shudder through the street and those who walk by, drawing in the curious and enthusiast alike.
Those who decide to enter the Mouse House are greeted by the sight of a warm, inviting lounge. Plush seating, plenty of cushions, and just the right amount of dimly lit spaces fill the room.
Upon one of those plush seats, smiling to herself as she listens to her patrons as she talks with others in the lounge, is the proprietor, nicknamed Mousie. Her petite figure lends itself to the nickname, as does her tendency for soft grey and white dresses that defy no rule of common decency, though they simply can't help clinging to her skin in quite the best way.
When sighting a new patron, Mousie will glide over to them and offer them a selection of services represented by numerous implements along one of the walls. Some new visitors may understand what each implement represents, but should one be uncertain then asking is encouraged. After all, if one chooses a whip while believing it to be a paddle, then they may just find themselves rapidly out of their depth.

A Crimson Shade Hue

Safety is additionally of paramount importance; one may find it difficult to remove themselves from the deep intimacy of a scene when necessary, or feel as if they've lifted several tonnes above their head once it's over. For the first, specific words are used when either party need to stop, either completely or temporarily. For the second, supplies of comfort are provided freely when requested, with some requiring just some time in embrace, while others require sleep, blankets, and sweet things.
Shame is something that belongs nowhere within the Mouse House, and though some may wish manufactured shame while within its walls, none should leave with it.
Despite the acts that take place within, the Mouse House and its various employees strive for each visitor leaving with a smile and, should the visitor prefer, their cheeks shaded very red indeed.
As stressed by its proprietor, as well as every employee, the Mouse House is there for relaxation in its most intimate form and, oh, dear, you look like you could use some...

Alternative Names

House of Squeaking Beds & Squealing Patrons

Type

Dungeon