This face will be lying in bed next to you.
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 Heaven’s Night was a strip club chain that was well known in all circles of society. It was legendary for the quality of its dancers, its keen stock of booze, and the kind of bang you could get with just a few bucks. Its patrons weren’t just limited the dregs and the reprobates, or even just men. Even the rich, powerful, and well-off of either gender weren’t above stopping by to see The Bombshell herself, Maria Sunderland, during her clockwork five o’ clock showing. There were even rumors that the infamous reploid geneticist, Berkana, originally worked the four-to-nine shift at the Arcadian branch. In short, there was no perversion too far-fetched or too out-of-bounds to accommodate its faithful customers. It has yet to not live up to its slogan, “We’re here and waiting for you,”.
However, its girls and booze were the last thing on one of its “patron’s” minds. In the middle of an alley, a purple, baboon-like robot, stood poised atop of a fire escape on the adjacent building. Grabbing a hold of the railing, the mechanical primate casually threw himself over the escape and gently lowered himself by extending his arms. Hanging upside, the ape peered into the dark lit, magenta-hued strip club/bordello, scanning the excited, hollering crowd. It wasn’t long before he spotted who he was looking for: a blonde, ratty-looking man in a white, tacky, crumpled suit, and an orange and yellow perpetually-grinning robot adorned with fluorescent green lights.
“Damn! That’s right, Sheva! Come to daddy!” Irving cheered, stuffing a fistful of zenny in an ebony dancer’s g-string while pounding the table.
“Heh, heh, heh. Check ‘em out!” Glowman joined in, snapping his fingers and pointing to a long purple-haired, enormously-endowed dancer in a black thong ten feet away. The girl said nothing, but kept an even more respectful distance to the toothy-grinned, neon-light-eyed patron.
Smiling to himself, the baboon retracted his arms soared back up to fire escape, completely unnoticed by his quarries.
“Good news, boss: I got ‘em. They haven’t left the show yet,” Purprill the Mandroid faithfully reported over his com.
“Splendid. I told Sheva to give Irving even more attention than usual. Glad to hear she’s doing her job. You should be getting some help, shortly. Keep watching them until it arrives, or if you see them leave,” Serpent ordered at the other end.
“Right on. You can count on me!” Purprill acknowledged, before dangling himself upside off the railing again, peeking through the window again. If nothing else, he could at least enjoy the show from his free seat until his crew showed up.
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Boy's Night Out, Or the Snoop Job at Heaven's Night
