Empire

A small, dimly lit room within the Rusty Tankard, notorious for its lewd activities and the lingering scent of sweat and cheap ale. The Stained Corner is often frequented by those seeking a quick rendezvous, where the walls seem to absorb the whispers and moans of its patrons.

The room is cramped, with a single rickety bed pushed against one wall and a small, stained table in the corner. Flickering candlelight casts shadows that dance across the walls, and the air is thick with tension and unspoken desires.