~THE SHADOW~
"Mr. Forthright, welcome to Pearl," the blonde woman says, ushering me into the dimly lit foyer. She's dressed in a plain black blazer and skirt, with nondescript heels and her hair pulled back into a tight bun.
Shit looks painful.
A serene smile is on her face, but her bright blue eyes are missing their sparkle. The baby blue color is lifeless, and it's my first clue that she's seen too much in this place.
I enter into what looks like a foyer with gold tiled flooring, black walls, and an obscene chandelier. Gold framed pictures of the founding members of the gentlemen's club line the walls.
Or, in other words, a bunch of f*****g rapists line the walls.
Men in business suits, smiling at the camera and probably still riding the high from raping a little girl or boy. They
