We stepped inside, admiring the ornate entryway to the towering mansion. The velvety curtains flowing over the two story windows. The clean and pristine antique furniture. The glittering chandelier hanging stories above the lobby. But the most intriguing sight inside this stone palace was its inhabitants. An array of scantily clad women of all sizes, shapes and species. Women covered in thick fur, some in shining blue scales, some women were hulking and green with horns and hooves. I had been warned by my friend that had recommended the Monster Brothel to me, but seeing it in person was just mesmerizing.
My partner, Kim, was enthralled by the women. She stared at each of them as we passed until finally we made it to the front desk. The woman who sat behind the counter looked up at us with glimmering green eyes. Her blood red mouth curved into a sultry smile, white fangs peeking out from her upper lip. Her straight hair was jet black and draped over her shoulders. Her black dress clung to her hourglass figure, the plunging neckline exposing her round, succulent breasts.
“Here for some ghostly pleasures, are we?” She sung. Kim and I looked at each other and then back at her.