As we reached the bottom of the stairs, the manager flicked on a light switch, revealing rows of altars, each with a naked woman chained to it. The screams grew louder as the customer rubbed his vile hands in delight.

“Take your pick,” the manager motioned, allowing the customer to explore. “However, no touching!”

The customer stumbled through what seemed like endless rows of women. The manager always assured me that these women were convicted felons and deserved this fate, but that never made seeing the girls tug at their chains any easier.

After ten minutes of exploration, the customer came upon a altar and sighed with satisfaction. He waved his hand and shouted, “I’ve found the one!” We walked over to a girl who would have been beautiful, but the bruises along her wrists and the lack of bathing hid her inner beauty. Her eyes widened as I approached. I looked away as the manager said the words I feared the most.

“So, how do you want her?”