Naughty Naz My Experience 0. It gets busy after dark, although notably there are no women. Gangs of muscular men hang around talking to each other, mentally ill people roam the streets making odd noises, and I watch as groups of homeless individuals inject heroin into their veins without even trying to hide it. Police are seemingly nowhere to be seen. Nobody approached me or gave me any problems, although I did feel uncomfortable and it was obvious why women keep away from this location at night.
After seeing everything from the outside I then picked a brothel to explore. Rotes Haus is one of the more popular eros centers in Frankfurt. I entered into the porch, where the doors were wide open. I proceeded up the wide staircase, passing a number of other men, and found myself on the first floor. Entering into the corridor I found a room full of six or so shut doors — no handles, only opened from the inside.
I turned around and walked up the stairs to the next floor, where there were a few doors open. I was wrong — the ladies were young, thin and attractive, stood under their door frames in lacy lingerie. I took a brief look, smiled and said hello to everyone. Wanting to see who else was on offer, I proceeded to continue walking up the flight of stairs.
On the third floor I found two blonde bombshells, about cm tall, likely in their twenties and with wonderful thigh gaps. We exchanged a few words and I was very tempted.
She was perched on a wooden stall, fiddling with her phone. We made eye contact and she beckoned me over. She had a pale yellowish skin tone, long brunette hair and an absolute killer body. I smiled back. I noticeably hesitated, partly still thinking about the two blonde babes a few meters away, but as I did the girl stood up from her stall, flicked her hair and ran her hands over the voluptuous boobs and down her slender body.
