Screech- the car rattled to a stop as I arrived at my destination- the red light district of the metropolitan area.
'Five Floors' was the unofficial name of this district, short for the 'Five Floors of Whores'. Customers in this area looking for a fiery night of passion typically started on the first floor, taking part in kinkier fetishes with sexier attendants the higher up they went.
Legend had it that men who went to the fifth floor achieved enlightenment and no longer glanced at the women of this world..
Shrugging off my trench coat, I stepped onto the sidewalk in my tight black bodysuit.
Surrounding me were bars and nightclubs where men and women grinded against each other to the loud music. The sweet smell of cocktails and alcohol wafted through these streets, enough to get one drunk just from the aroma.
