grand opening

Mikhainon considered the question. "Well... Some of the aliens aren't exactly humanoid, and their sentience is up for debate. But, yes, it's mostly because of the indentured servitude. To be fair, they are legal in several different solar systems, and are bred specifically for sexual use. It's not wrong at all, and thinking it's wrong is a very anthropocentric outlook."

Really, Mikhainon had no problem keeping slaves. One would argue that the Gomorrah employees were slaves. They weren't getting paid. They weren't allowed to leave. They sold their freedom in the afterlife to Mikhainon long, long ago. It was needlessly complicating very simple concepts by applying human logic to them. Pfft.

Mikhainon started eating one of the ribs, studying Chloe's face. "I can see that you, aha, don't approve. But why don't you try it? I've heard many humans are into tentacles..." Blue's head popped up from devouring ribs, tilting her head, "...and we have just the right thing. Vanilla sex starts being boring after the first couple centuries, really."

Mikhainon nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes. They're all licit prostitutes, of course..." He paused. "At the very least, they meet the minimum standards for the job. It's just the prudes with protest banners that we don't want to deal with."

She was so embarrassed! It was so cute. Now he understood why some parents did this deliberately. He smiled and rested his chin on his palm. "Yes, they were commissions. Quite expensive for the handiwork, but Klaus is not a man that skimps on details. The artist was very talented at Grecian style, which was surprising, because his usual business is custom made sex dolls."

Mikhainon wiped steak sauce from his lips. "When you two are done, I can give you two tours of the floors. The design is truly exquisite."

Blue wiped her mouth and nodded, standing up with a jump and latched herself onto Mikhainon's arm. She was so hype to see all the freaky aliens! Could they get demonstrations!? "Gabey, can you get me one of the fancy prostitutes at the third floor?"

Mikhainon considered the question, and poked her where her nose should be. "Only if you're good."

Mikhainon led the three of them to the elevator next to the bar. His fingers wiggled over the buttons, wondering if he should go slow, or head straight to third. He didn't want to shock Chloe, so he pressed 1st. It didn't go up. It went down. The first floor had dim, red lighting, red curtains, and heart-shaped beds. It looked like a fancy love hotel. He got off the elevator and clapped his hands. "Anybody who's not working right now, come out," he said.

The first floor prostitutes came out of their rooms and into the lounge. They were all wearing revealing outfits, if not lingerie, and sat everywhere and greeted Mikhainon. He smiled. "This is my friend Blue and my daughter Chloe."

Truth be told, this crowd amused him. It was completely different from his staff at Gomorrah. When those people saw him as a god and an almighty power, some of these people just saw him as a boss. Some were loyal to Klaus, some to him, and the others had no loyalties to begin with — they were just getting paid.

Blue waved at them enthusiastically, thinking about how she was way hotter than some of them. If she got this job, she'd get paid really well. But, hm. It would be such a bummer to lose her free time. Blue chatted with an uncomfortable one, partly to help it make things less awkward, mostly because she thought it was really funny how they squirmed.

Mikhainon recognized the redirection, but smiled at the compliments anyway. "It's pretty classy, isn't it? The decor gets a whole nastier at the lower levels." One of them, one of the peppier ones, chatted with Chloe about how they worked — most of them worked at the ground level, tempting people to buy, but some of them hung out at the lounge area. It wasn't a bad arrangement. Exhausting, but Gabriel paid them handsomely, and Klaus was all about employee benefits. Sometimes, the customers got threatening, but that was why the floors had bouncers.

Mikhainon thanked them and lead them back to the elevator, to the third floor this time. It was an entirely different paradise there. The people lounging around didn't look much like normal people at all. Some weren't conventionally attractive, some looked a little young to be there. There were animal-like creatures with sharp teeth, snapping at people. Those were prostitutes, too.

"People need special keys to enter. Do you want to see more? This floor's very fascinating to many."

Mikhainon shrugged. She said sure! He had a lot more fun things to show her. This was just the front lobby. He gestured for her to follow him down the Hallway. There were bedrooms around there just like the first, and at the very end was a bright red door, the door he chose to open. Just from outside, shrieking could be heard, and whether they were of pleasure was debatable. He led Chloe inside.

It was madness in there. It looked more like a fucked up horror film than weird porn. At the center of a room was a giant tentacle monster filled with many teeth, and it seemed to be hypnotizing the room's occupants but not them. The occupants were in a daze of sex and violence, fucking and mutilating each other in all sorts of ways, putting limbs, toys and weapons in places they shouldn't go. There was blood and gore everywhere. Mikhainon smiled and rubbed his chin.

"Surprisingly, all safe. It's a special all-for-one depraved pack. They get hypnotized, freeing their bodies of all restraint, free to follow all of their inhibitions. After the time is over, they get cleaned up and healed with the memories still intact. Not really for the faint of heart, and not my thing personally, but fun to watch from time to time."