oJason took a moment to survey the scene. Flickering flames illuminated a group of men dressed in black, their postures aggressive, their eyes predatory. The factory loomed like a forgotten monument to chaos, its broken windows and crumbling walls echoing the despair it now harbored.
As Jason stood there, the men standing behind the woman began coming over, surrounding him. Their jeers filled the air, each insult sharp and cutting.
"Hey, pretty boy," one sneered. "You lost? Or you looking for a corner to work?"
The group erupted into laughter. Another chimed in, "Maybe he's here to audition. We don't need any more gigolos around here."
So these guys were pimps? Interesting. Was this woman one of those workers too? Not that Jason had a problem with them or anything. It was more like he just thought it was funny for him.
