“The Shapeshifter please.” Cliff explains, sure of himself. “Definitely the Shapeshifter, I have a plan for them.”
The emerald eyed Secretary in the lobby of the monster brothel smiles at his enthusiasm, and she leads him upstairs into the first room.
“You can wait in here, one of our Shapeshifters will be right with you.”
The onyx haired beauty turns away and closes the door behind her. Cliff finds himself in a simple bedroom, a four-post bed covered in red satin sheets sits against the back wall between two windows covered in black velvet curtains. Before he has a chance to really take in the room, the door opens again. A woman stands in the doorway, slowly closing it behind her. Her skin is pure white, her eyes blank yet still somehow beautiful. Her hair is a gentle silver colour and runs straight down her back. There’s something empty about her face but there seems to be so much potential beauty behind her expression.
“So, I hear you have something special in mind for me.” The Shapeshifter reiterates, stepping forward towards the nervous yet excited new client.