The city's morning buzz was a distant hum as I approached the grand entrance of Heaven's Feel, its sleek black doors framed by polished gold. My white sneakers scuffed the pavement, my long black shirt and t-shirt swaying, my jeans heavy from the walk.
Jonathan's call had dragged me out of bed, his voice sharp with the promise of a client, and now here I was, ready to slip back into the world of money and pleasure, my secrets buried deep, at least for now. I gripped the ornate door knob, the metal cool under my palm, and pushed, the soft *chime* of a hidden bell announcing my arrival as the heavy doors swung open.
Inside, the air was warm, scented with jasmine and a faint trace of expensive perfume, the lobby a vision of luxury—marble floors gleaming, crystal chandeliers casting soft light, velvet curtains framing tall windows. Two girls in bunny dresses greeted me, their outfits hugging their curves, cleavage and ass curves on display, their smiles bright.
