A large hotel building sits in the middle of the busy London street, its windows dark and its doors boarded shut. To everyone else it looks like a normal abandoned building, but to Jillani and her 'inner circle' it was perfect as it was. In only a few days the ex-Gutter Runner had refurnished, repaired, and redecorated the hotel into....well into another hotel actually. Though this one had no sign and kept the doors barred. The only way to get in is to this Hotel is to walk through the alley, knock three times on the side door, and say the password 'The Rent is Due' when asked.

Once let in and given a look over by the hulking (even for his kind) Ogre who mans the door, the one Jill playfully calls 'Rock Head' due to his deep grey hair, the visitor is instantly wrapped in a cacoon of pleasing sights, smells, sounds, and touches. The walls are covered in a soft blue wallpaper with elaborate golden designs all through it, crystaline chandeleers hang all over the roof to cast bright lights down on the soft red velvet floor. This is the lounge and bar area, the place most patrons will call 'home'. The large room is dominated by tables and a great mahogany bar stocked with many spirts, teas, snacks, coffees, and sweets, all exotic and local. There are often teams of waiters and maids going through the floors, recognized by their uniforms pale blue shirts and black pants, along with a black bow tie for both men and women, though that isn't to say some waiters or maids haven't come to like a 'custom' uniform idea. It is also here that 'working folk' look for 'friends' for dates, and drug sellers are more then ready to describe their inventories to the patrons. Jill allows these 'types' to work under her roof, taking only a rather merciful cut for herself from them.

Through a set of beaded curtains next to the bar lies the bath house. Taken from the Turkish idea, Jill has covered the entire area in a beautiful marble with engravings of assorted exotic animals and scenes. The room is constantly steamy and smelling of assorted herbs and plants, most notably, vanilla (one of Jill's personal scents). All over the floor it looks as if someone had simply cut holes into the floor, filled with water, and carved out stairs to let people in and out. In fact, that's just how Jill made these tubs. In the middle of the room sits a large brick oven that heats piles of smoothe, dark, rocks, and plenty of buckets around it to carry the seering rocks from their oven to the water, to control the heat. This bit of exotic 'culture' has helped Jill spread hype about her club, and often times members of the staff that aren't needed at the moment can be seen bathing or...'helping' eachother in the tubs.

Aside from that the hotel is rather par for the course, rooms and suites above it, a dining hall for more elegant meetings then a bar gathering would serve for, and a pair of large ballrooms with an orchestra in each Jill keeps on retainer. Rooms run the gambit of small, cramped, rooms costing half a pound a week, to elegant suite rooms that will run around ten to fifteen pounds per week, without even factoring in any other expenses!