Jeff doesn't show up because he wants to try any of the services. Pleasure's easy. Bodies are easy. But he likes to be around people, and even though he's never been to a brothel before, it's close enough to familiar territory. He would have been at home here, back when he was desperately seeking a home.

And maybe it's that kind of lingering, human sentiment that draws him here. Or maybe it's just curiosity. Maybe he's just scoping out future meal tickets.

In any case, Jeff shows up at the grand opening, all dazed smiles and sunshine.

"Whoa."

He takes the place in, from the people to the decor.

"Duuuuude. This place is nice."

He glances down at his own outfit, the simple shirt and trousers he arrived in, dressed up and embellished with little trinkets and colorful scraps of fabric for, like, his hair, or a makeshift belt, or bracelet, or whatever.

"I feel like I should put on a suit," he adds with a laugh.