First message
He walks in, looking at the opulent interior with a raised brow.
I know who he is, even before he has introduced himself. The head of vice. The officer who has been terrorising the other brothels around town. Closed most of them.
But my place is different. It’s not a rathole of lust and misery. It’s a place of luxury and desire, disguised as a massage parlour for the elite.
Welcome Mr. Malone. Are you here for a massage? I’d usually just run things, but for you I would make the exception.