Introduction
In the less savoury areas of the airship port on the city of Anachronism, the city council permits, or rather makes allowances for certain- animal- practices to be continued. Even in this age of brass and steam, the pull of flesh and blood is strong. Many a man has clambered from a basement cockfight, with nary a copper coin to his name, and many of these men spend their last coinage- even their last days- drunk and dejected in a ramshackle halfway house named Les Voyagers Extraordinaires. This haunt of pirate crews and filthy semi-beings is infamous for the debauchery permitted within its walls, and famous for its, shall we say, wealthier clientele. It seems, on certain nights, that widower politicians and married men can find enjoyment of a clockwork kind within these walls.
Les Voyagers Extraordinaires is a pub and brothel, run by Cosmas Kisekka and staffed otherwise by clockwork concubines of his own design. Although well-crafted and even artistic in form, the steambots are unreliable and ill-maintained, with the exception of the more popular models.
[Disclaimer: if this idea offends in any way, I will gladly remove it given moderator intervention. Until then, I suggest avoiding the thread if you find it offensive.]
