53. Different Choices

“The downstairs is a gentlemen’s club.” She said putting her hair back, she let out a rush of air. Not exactly an environment she was comfortable in. He raised an eyebrow, he’d heard her tell him that before. However it hadn’t really registered until now that this was what they now called brothels or whore houses. Though she said not all of them had women that sold their bodies, just got paid to let people look at them. He doubted in a house of demons they weren’t selling themselves.

“Best way through is the bar?” He asked. “Or an upper level deck.” Which he could easily jump too, but he was more likely to be attacked right away before getting information. 

“Correct.” She told him and she looked at the place. The sun was starting to sink, now was the best time with the light of day. “You sure you have the finesse to just talk?” She asked jokingly.