What can I tell you about the Wrinkled Tit? It’s in a sleazy section of town. Not close enough to the whore houses to be interesting, and not far enough from the shadowy Foreign Temple district for comfort. Only the hardcore losers, snuff-peddlers, and out-of-work roughs come here—which is how they like it. The Teat (as it is often called) is owned by Fultch Blestow, slum-lord extraordinaire and general social parasite. Its list of barkeeps is sordid and lengthy, going back several hundred years and featuring an astonishing number of miscreants, blackmail artists, and petty dealers in contraband. What’s even more surprising is the array of intoxicants on tap.
A d20 random table of strange drinks, including bottle labels!