The lanterns outside the brothel glowed softly, their warm light reflecting off the wet pavement. Elegant calligraphy adorned the wooden sign above the entrance, giving the place an air of quiet luxury.
Luxy stood with her arms crossed, oversized top swallowing her frame, shorts barely peeking her ass cheeks beneath. She stared at the building like it had personally insulted her.
Ren shifted beside her, hands jammed in his pockets. "We need to lie to Misa. Say I got her approval to work with you. It's the only way I'm getting out of the house without any worry. I hate that I have to reason with them every time I want to go out."
Luxy shrugged, the motion lazy. "Sure thing, Ren. Whatever you want."
