There Is A House In New Orleans
They Call The Rising Sun.
It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Girl,
And God, I know, I'm One.

Go Tell My Baby Sister
Not to Do Like I Have Done,
To Shun That House In New Orleans
They Call The Rising Sun.		 My Mother, She's A Tailor,
She Sewed my old Blue Jeans.
My Sweet-Heart, He's A Drunkard, Lord,
Way Down In New Orleans.

The Only Thing A Drunkard Needs
Is A Suitcase And A Trunk.
And the Only Time He is Satisfied
Is When He's On A Drunk.

Gambling, drinking, whoring....what could be better?

New Orleans at the turn of the century was a unique southern city. Powerful and intensely urban, there was always something going on- between the influx of rural blacks and immigrants, the strong influence of the Creole and the emerging white supremacist Democrats - you could always find trouble on the streets or in here: The House of the Rising Sun.

So come on in - we have every vice you can think of and if we don't- ask one of our Madames.

Rules?
There are no rules!
(Actually, there are...just a few:
- Everything must be consensual (between the typists anyway- PM your RP partner if something is uncomfortable for you)
- Site rules Rule!
And that's it...)