Chapter 220 House Call!
Fess City: Afternoon: Mermaid Brothel
Arriving at a rectangular shaped building in an area that's not family friendly as the streets on this side of the city has some crooked looking inhabitants walking about.
Peering eyes up at the rough looking establishment that says, Mermaid Brothel in big bold letters affixed to it, with his expression always lazy, Kip says with an easy-going tone, seems this is our spot guys.
Opening her mouth to speak her mind, Gona says as she looks at the crude stoney whore house, it just had to be a place where they objectify women. Let's hurry up and get this job done.
Having something to say as well before they proceed any further to start their objective, Foba says in a manner of sleaziness, maybe while you're doing all the talking Kip mate, I could probably get me Joey a good tugging from one of the ladies in here.
Zeroing her eyes in disgust at Foba even mentioning that, Gona says, fucking disgusting horn boar. Paying no mind to Gona's disdain toward his pervertedness, Foba replies back with honesty, aye it's been a while. Can you blame me.
Interrupting before they can go back and forth with their banter on the subject, gazing back behind his right shoulder to look at his three companions, Kip says, let's not start arguing you snotty teens. Were here to do a job for the big man, so tighten up because were about to head in.
Smirking a bit as he shifts his sights back on the structure before him, having one last thing to state, Kip says, time to give our good and hopefully compliant, brothel owner Mr. Ruwa a house call.
Moving forward as the four-man group step in front of the door, turning the handle of the old wooden slab, slowly creaking it open as the gang leisurely walks into a room field with light, now within the said space as it kind of resembles an old timey saloon with how the bar is set up near the right as you step in.
Obviously not being the only breathing beings in the area as ten men wearing bright ass orange suits stop their quaint card game as they chorale around a medium sized brown table. Glaring like wolfs as four sheep have step in their domain, the suited men say nothing.
Showing no inkling of being intimated in the least as he casually walks forward a bit with his arms hanging at his sides, being the outspoken sort, Kip says with a comfortable voice, I don't mean to intrude on your game fellas, but can you tell me if a man by the name of Ruwa is here at the moment?
End of Chapter 220