[Boomtown PSL. Off-game.]

September has a space in the Turkish Bath all set up the way he figures folks like it for a massage or something more. The light is dim and warm, provided mainly by candles and a few lamps in corners, casting a soft, faintly orange glow over the walls and furnishings. Said furnishings consist of a few tables on which various tools and bottles sit and the massage table--an almost bedlike construction, cushioned and scented with sandalwood for maximum comfort. Somewhere in the room, a tiny fountain trickles softly to itself. The air is warm and vaguely redolent with incense. A recording of quiet, ethereal music plays quietly in another corner.

And there he sits on a small, simple folding stool, waiting for the next person to come in. He's wearing a loose tunic and trousers in off-white and his feet are bare. Never let it be said he doesn't dress the part, nowadays.