House of Pleasures
-Who is he?
-That's the head of this place. You are new here?
-I am. Why is he alone then?
-No woman can please him in the way he wants...
-What do you mean?
Everyone in room of pleasure were naked. Man, woman, it didn't matter. The "head", as they called him was only one fully dressed. No mask, no nothing.
He needed everyone to see him, to know who he is. It felt like people were scared of him, he wanted to be a person, who just sits there, while others are enjoying the show.
House of pleasures. The forbidden treasures.
-He can chose who he want's, by the way.
-He never does.
P.S. Contains mature language, rated r, erotic scenes etc. Story is my free imagination. Do not copy!
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