Page 132 of Morally Corrupt
"Exclusive, remember?"
We make our way to the door, and we knock. A small window opens, and they ask us to show the bracelets.
We do, and we're then welcomed inside. The man at the door gives us both a ticket with a number.
Immediately, as we enter, there are stairs that lead towards the basement.
So, the actual club isn't in the factory…
We come to a stop when an expansive room bathed in red light opens before us. There's security personnel at all access points.
The room itself has a big stage in the middle and tons of space around, along with some seating areas and VIP areas in the form of balconies.
As we take a step inside, the man next to the entrance asks to see our bracelets. When we show them to him again, he takes us to an alcove that leads to a VIP balcony with a direct view of the stage.
We settle in the chairs, and I take in the view from our vantage point. VIP boxes are scattered around the room, all of them being able to zoom in on the main stage. The box itself is made up of a bench that surrounds it and a table in the middle. There are a few pairs of binoculars on the table, probably to zoom in on the auctions. Next to it is some sort of catalog.
I pick that up, and I'm disgusted to see it lists the schedule of the entertainment. My eyes quickly scan for the auction, which starts at twelve, and it goes successively from adult males and females, to virgins, and lastly, to children.
Bianca must have noticed my expression; she snatches the booklet from my hands and quickly skims it.
"Shit," she mutters. She quickly checks her wristwatch and turns to me.
"It's almost ten." So, we need to wait about two more hours for the auction to start. According to Vlad, if something is interesting on offer, Jimenez is very likely to appear. How we'll recognize him, I don't know.
"What's at ten?" I lean into her to look again at the schedule.
"It says Freestyle, whatever this means," she answers.
Just then, the waiter comes, and we order a bottle of champagne so we can blend in.
The room's lights suddenly change to a deep blue, maybe announcing the beginning of whatever that Freestyle is.
"Maybe it's a strip show?" Bianca says, her eyes focused on the stage.
"I guess we'll see."
Someone comes onto the stage, and the music quiets down.
"As always, we have a freestyle event where everyone can participate. For today's spotlight, I'm going to draw the lucky number."
I turn to Bianca and narrow my eyes. She lifts the pieces of paper we'd received and shows them to me.
"Tonight, you will get to see… number 54." Bianca shakes her head, and I almost breathe in relief when it's not our numbers being called. I don't even know what it's for.
We turn our attention to the stage again, and an elderly man climbs onto the stage with a woman who could be his granddaughter.
"Since you've been chosen for tonight's spotlight, you can invite other people from the audience to take part with you," the presenter tells the man.
He seems lost in thought as he scans the crowd and settles on another couple close to the stage—the presenter motions for them to get up on the scene.
"Let's see what this Freestyle is all about," I muse aloud, and Bianca chuckles.
"It sure isn't a rap competition," she says as the people on the stage take off their clothes.
"Okay… definitely not a dance competition either," I add.
The young woman is now naked and on her knees in front of the old man, sucking his cock. The other couple is also newly naked.