Nash walked alongside Victoria down the corridor, completely naked, his erection refusing to soften.
The thing stood like a challenge, thick veins running up its length, throbbing with every step. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes ahead, but every time they passed a sex worker or staff member, the same thing happened: first a polite bow to Victoria, then a startled jolt as their gaze inevitably dropped.
Every pair of eyes lingered. Shock, fascination, and blushes followed him like a shadow. He tried to ignore it, but it was impossible not to feel the weight of all that attention.
Victoria, on the other hand, was smooth and casual, her voice carrying just enough edge to make sure he heard every word.
"If you joined us," she said, "you could screw anyone here without even trying. Escorts, dancers, even the janitors, if that's your jam. No rules, no time, just initiate it."
She glanced at him, smirking faintly.
