*Jack*
I stride into my club and relish the sights, smells, and sounds. The well-dressed men at the gambling tables. The rich aroma of good whiskey and expensive cigars. The clack of dice and the click of wooden chips. Piano music wafts from another room, where my she-wolves dance with the gents, sometimes ushering them off to a corner for an enticing kiss, sometimes leaving the room for something a bit more illicit.
I pay the she-wolves well for entertaining the gents with dance and conversation within that room. Anything they earn on the other side of those doors is theirs and theirs alone. I don’t provide w****s, but neither do I judge if a she-wolf wants more… as long as it’s her choice. Everyone knows I don’t look the other way if my employees are mistreated.
I walk around the peri
