"Ungh♥" Miranda bit her lips, her eyes rolled in a little, feeling his large, rough hands caress her most delicate parts.
Reinhardt, trying to endure the seductions of these two horny women, looked at the building she was pointing at. Immediately, his expression became weird.
That tall and flashy building was a part of the intel gathering establishment that was constructed under Melissa's insistence. Of course, after being coerced by even Gerard, he finally knew the importance of having an information gathering network.
That's right, that building was none other than a brothel. What's more, it was not just any brothel, but a fairly high class one that was disguised under high class shops and salons.
