[Bolago Club - Base Floor Street]
John lifted the curtain of crystal sequins and walked into a bar.
A few irritable patrons were slapping the dirty bar counter, complaining to bartenders and companions about recent misfortunes.
Deafening rock music drowned out most of the conversations.
John wove through the red lights, passing by open booths where sex doll girls with curvy bodies smoked.
The Bolago Club was surrounded by plenty of adult venues.
The girls here were of a second or third tier class, not overworked, able to take time sitting here numbing themselves with alcohol and tobacco.
When sex became work, there was one less way to relieve stress.
They didn't have chips inserted in their necks, and within the depths of their prosthetic eyes was their own soul—showing some signs of confusion, fatigue, and numbness.
"Puff~ Come closer, handsome."
"It's my day off today, but for you, I can make an exception."
