Faye Xavier reached out to tug the door, only to find it was locked tight, no matter how she pulled, she couldn’t open it.

Morgan Quinn walked over to the window to have a look. Judging by the window’s height, they were probably on the third floor, and outside the window was a wasteland full of trash.

The floor wasn’t too high, but there was a solid burglar-proof iron window installed, not even a newborn baby could squeeze through.

"What do we do now?" Morgan Quinn turned around and asked Faye Xavier.

Faye Xavier walked back from the door with a calm analysis: "The main thing is we still don’t know why they have locked us here."

Morgan Quinn: "Could it be kidnapping? They want Master Shane to pay ransom to free us?"

Just as the two were puzzled, footsteps could be heard outside the poorly soundproofed room, slowly approaching the door, followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock.

Faye Xavier and Morgan Quinn stood together, watching as a woman in a cheongsam pushed the door open, followed by several tall, muscular men waiting at the doorway.

"Awake?" Ms. Reid took a drag from the lady cigarette pinched between her fingers, eyes teasingly scanning Faye Xavier and Morgan Quinn.

Morgan Quinn frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Ms. Reid chuckled, walked over to the sofa and sat down leisurely, flicking the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray on the coffee table.

Only then did she look up at the two of them, introducing herself: "From now on, I’ll be your boss. Just call me Ms. Reid."

Faye Xavier mocked with a laugh, "You want to be our boss? You’re not qualified."

Ms. Reid smiled faintly, "Whether I’m qualified or not isn’t up to you. I bought the two of you for a high price, naturally, I won’t make a loss."

Morgan Quinn: "Bought us for a high price? What do you mean?"

Ms. Reid: "While you were asleep, several sisters had already set their eyes on you two. Now that you’re awake and look in pretty good shape, why not go and entertain the guests for me?"

Faye Xavier and Morgan Quinn were momentarily dumbfounded. Although they could roughly understand their current situation from Ms. Reid’s words, neither anticipated they’d be sold to this hellhole as gigolos.

Ms. Reid beckoned to the people waiting outside, "Take them separately to their employer’s room."

After giving instructions, Ms. Reid looked back at Faye Xavier and Morgan Quinn, reminding them: "These sisters are regulars here. You two better serve them well, spare yourself from suffering. I’m counting on your faces to make money, don’t let them get hurt."

The several tall men outside came in one after another, grouping into pairs to restrain Faye Xavier and Morgan Quinn’s hands as if escorting prisoners.

Though Faye Xavier and Morgan Quinn were tall and well-built among men, compared to these professional bouncers with biceps as large as their heads, they appeared rather small.

Unfamiliar with the environment, even if they could fight off these four men, they’d still be like headless flies not knowing where to run.

So after exchanging a glance secretly, they decided to wait and see.

Upon leaving the room, they entered a dim corridor, with an old elevator at the end.

Inside the elevator, Faye Xavier noticed there was no panel for buttons to select floors.

Ms. Reid followed them into the elevator, swiping a card on the elevator’s sensor with ease, sending the elevator descending directly.

"These clothes suit the two of you well here. Those sisters love men dressed in formalwear."

Faye Xavier thought for a moment, then smilingly said to Ms. Reid: "Ms. Reid, since we’re new here, and have no experience, wouldn’t you have someone train us first?"

Ms. Reid sneered with a smile: "No need, men are naturally skilled at these things. If you really don’t feel anything, we can just give you some drugs, we’re never short of them. Just keep those sisters happy, they’ll tell you what to do."

Faye Xavier’s lips twitched slightly, though both he and Morgan Quinn grew up mingling with women, taking the initiative and being forced were still very different.

Especially the women he dealt with before, all of it was consensual, after his own selection, all of them looking good with nice figures.

But now they were completely being used as money-making tools, not even knowing what kind of women they’d be serving.

He had heard of how some wealthy women had twisted tastes, not unusual to play someone to death.

As his mind wandered, the elevator stopped, ceasing its operation.

The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing another deep corridor.

Dim red lights lit the corridor, with faintly visible provocative, large-scale posters hanging on the walls.

These posters were even more stimulating than those small cards he’d seen at hotels.

Passing through the deep corridor, they reached a European-style double door, watching as Ms. Reid brushed her card by the door, causing it to slowly open inward...

The sight on the other side of the door could only be described as a whole new world...

As the door opened, deafening music blared out.

A vast hall appeared, seemingly hosting a grand private party, everyone immersed in revelry...

Most eye-catching were the several muscular men dressed in bunny outfits on the "T" stage, teetering on high heels, swaying their bodies to the music’s rhythm.

The audience in front of the stage was a sea of women, young and beautiful, middle-aged and mature, all sizes and shapes...

All were cheering and reveling in the performance on stage.

Faye Xavier and Morgan Quinn’s facial expressions froze simultaneously, suddenly realizing they hadn’t seen enough of the world, taken aback by the dazzling scene before their eyes.

Ms. Reid walked beside them with a smile, saying: "You can get used to the atmosphere here first, but you two are considered S-class here, you won’t serve in the hall, but stay in the private rooms in the back, attending to the VIP clients, so don’t mess it up, or else... they’ll break off a limb, leaving you to clean up trash every day."

Faye Xavier knew just by the atmosphere that this place was not simple, and Ms. Reid was clearly no saint.

Furthermore, entry and exit from such places weren’t easy, surely every exit was guarded, attempting to escape blindly would be near impossible.

Morgan Quinn gave a sly glance to Faye Xavier, then bent over, clutching his stomach: "Ouch, my stomach really hurts, I need to go to the bathroom."

Ms. Reid paused, smiling meaningfully, nodded readily, and said to Faye Xavier: "You go and take care of your physical needs too, so you don’t cause trouble later."