The crisp air flowed through her red dress, littering goosebumps against her skin as she took her last step. The Brothel coming into her vision, a massive Manor with high arched doorways and large iron rot fences. The Club's walls were the strongest thing for miles around, yet when Hemione looked carefully she noticed the details. It was built of stones that varied in sizes and shapes, each one unique. From a distance, Victrola seemed uniform grey but from up close it was a mosaic of stained glass windows and rocks. It was stunning, she could only begin to imagine how the inside would be decorated.