Founded during The First Age by Quadling converts to the Church of the Animals, these establishments cater to all who believe—as the great prophet of that old religion once preached—that “your love, your love, your love is my drug.”
The Quadlings were proponents of free love for millennia before The Calamity which ended the universe as they knew it. But it was upon meeting their fellow Earthlings, the Bekiskapan, that they were exposed to the music that would reshape their culture for good and all: the ouevre of the warrior poet Kesha Rose Sebert.
This led, rather quickly, to the transformation of that singer’s fanbase into the so-called Church of the Animals—the first converts of which were Quadlings, who abandoned their old gods upon realizing the hypnotic power of pop music over all who heard it.
And thus, the Quadlings replaced their brothels of old with grand temples to their new deity.
Grand temples with glitter on the floor, of course—as the goddess would have wanted it.
Quadlings believe that there is no ailment in creation which cannot be cured by the correct kind of love. And much like the other extant tribes of halflings—the Winkies with their love of science, the Gillikins with their love of commerce, and the Munchkins with their love of country—the Quadlings and their love of love have yet to be proven wrong.
So successful have their experiments been in adult populations that “Quadling Kindergartens” often pop up across the way from Quadling Cathouses. These off-shoot establishments, aimed at treating childhood illnesses with hugs and other age-appropriate forms of affection, have become modestly successful in their own right. But the fear that Quadling nursemaids might try to convert non-Quadling children to their strange religion—this keeps all but the most open-minded and the most desperate from seeking help in such places.
Payment for Services Rendered
Monetary payment is accepted from all who can afford it, at prices comparable with those of other houses of healing. But no person with a life-threatening illness is ever turned away, regardless of their ability to pay.
It is also not uncommon for alternative forms of compensation to be negotiated between the afflicted individual (or their representative) and the priest or priestess contracted to treat the condition. From the exchange of foodstuffs to promises that the patient will “return the favor” to their caregiver—nearly anything you can imagine has been bartered at one time or another inside the four walls of your friendly neighborhood Quadling Cathouse.