++Hooks
On a recent business trip, your client, Damien hands you what looks like a credit card. You look at it, turning it over in your hands. The card is black in colour with some numbers embossed on it. No logos, brand names or other distinguishing features on it.
Brian
It's an entrance card to a Private, High Class, Brothel." He explains, leaning in and whispering. "It's actually located at that swanky hotel, just down the street from where you're staying. Very discreet and almost secret!"
Damien
And you're giving this to me... why?
Brian
Oh, just in case you get lonely. "I know how it can get on these business trips sometimes. Consider it a gift between friends."
Damien
So.. how does it work?
Brian
Go to the 5th Floor, where they have their health centre. The health centre is actually quite legit. Massages, Spa Treatments that sort of thing. "But! Just show them this card and well... everything changes. No questions are asked and they give you a room key. You go up to the room and wait till someone shows up."
Brian
Let's call them high class escorts. Certainly not your typical hooker." "Let's just say these are usually professional women that want some side income. Sometimes some horny housewives too. I don't ask too many questions. The less I know of them the better. Let's just say the place is really exclusive and yes, as I said earlier, very discreet as well"
Damien
So I don't get to choose the girl?
Brian
These are Women, not girls." Brian laughs again. "And no, you don't get to choose but as far as I know, there have never been any complaint
Damien
I take it you've visited them then?" I asked, smiling at Brian.
Brian
More than once!" Brian grinned back at me. "And I've never been disappointed!"
That was two days ago and you now find yourself at the swanky hotel, at their Health Centre on the 5th Floor. It looks pretty normal, just like any other Spa or Health Centre in a hotel. You briefly wonder if Brian is pulling a prank on you but you enter anyway.
You walk up to the counter with a pretty receptionist. Without saying anything, you hand her the card. She takes a glance at it then scans it quickly before smiling broadly at you. "22nd floor, Sir." She says as she hands you a hotel room key card.
You are pleasantly surprised that the card seems to work like magic and you don't need to provide any further information, or answer any questions. You make your way up to the hotel room and wait patiently.
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