Page 94 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

We remodeled the rooms to make the spaces bigger and some areas secluded.

What we’ve done so far is a miniature version of what we have in mind.

There are two bars—one at the entrance and one at the back.

I had the dancefloor redone, so instead of the murky shit they had before, it’s a glossy black granite with specks of silver embedded in it, so the lights reflect off it.

We still have the stage for strippers, but instead of stripping like in that sleazy way they previously did where men throw money at the stage for the girls to take their clothes off, I have exotic pole dancers.

Yes, they're topless, but it’s different from what it was before.

Best of all, we have customers. The place is packed, and everyone is in the theme with what we had in mind. The women are dressed in lingerie and the men in smart casual wear. Most have Venetian masks on.

The music is pumping, and the place looks like it was made for us to do this.

I don’t have the people fucking on the sidelines yet like Club Ecstasy, but there’s a section at the back where all the action is currently happening.

I look at the sign Nick and Gabe made for the door, and my cousins got the welcome message nailed to a tee.

It says:

We hope you enjoy our masquerade parties.

Our aim is to connect you with your wildest fantasies.

To thrill and excite you all at once in a place where you can just be you.

When the masks go on, and the lights go out, you decide what happens next.

Salvatore walks up to me with Henry, both carrying drinks. Salvatore smiles wide when he sees me.

It’s because of how much money we made already tonight. It’s two hundred dollars to get in, and when last I checked, there were well over a hundred people here, and we’ve just had to close the door on the line of people that were waiting outside.

Some of the people here are V.I.P we allowed in free tonight, but by my count, we’ve nearly taken in twenty g’s in this one night. If things keep going this way—and I think it will—within four weeks, we would have made back more than half a million dollars.

That tells me this was a fucking great idea.

“Do you see how many people are here?” Salvatore beams, looking around.

“I see. We did good, didn’t we?”

“More than fucking good. I can’t wait for the rest of the place to get done. Just imagine it.”

I can, and I already have in my twisted as fuck taboo mind.

“The sky’s the limit, cousin.”

He nods and looks over to the little blonde woman who just walked through the door. Tonight Mimi looks like she’s ready for the red carpet, especially in that gold dress. The amount of guys looking at her is understandable, and as one of them approaches her, Salvatore tenses next to me.

“See you guys later. I have to deal with a situation.”

Before I can even answer, he’s gone, and Henry just looks at me, shaking his head.

“Is he still in denial?” Henry asks, sipping on his drink.

“Yes.”

“Are you?” Henry asks after a few beats.

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