nicely was subjective


    paying customers might want to savor the flavor too and you''re holding up a seat," Ivan grunted in response.


    ve to be their self-promotion bots for free. It seemed unethical and apparently went against whatever vague terms of service VirtuaCorp had. Though, I didn''t know if that was actually enforced or not.


    You want to be more than just someone''s hang-on right? The voice in the back of my head whispered.


    Midnight Hour. Ask for Dante,” he instructed.


    Okay, so I guess that was a non-answer then, I thought,


    Midnight Hour. Opaque windows masked the form of dancing women, tempting any passerby to come try their services. Additional neon lights directed me down a side alley where the main entrance was. At the front door, two men stood guard. Hulking and broad-shouldered it was easy to assume they were the muscle of this place.


    Just what was this place? I thought.


    some kind of club. Dancing wasn''t the goal. My eyes wandered to the side, passing open rooms, some shielded just by a wave of beaded strings or a curtain; others not obscured at all. Typically each booth had two occupants, reminding me of my first trip to a strip club for my eighteenth birthday.


    ve could be used as performers. For all I knew, these were real users I was seeing as waiters and working behind the curtains.


    shit was it effective. I found myself on one knee, clutching my stomach as the man recoiled. I looked up at the man with silver hair. He adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket as he looked at me, almost disinterested now.


    That''s who the rich asshole was? “Does the mayor always go around punching his constituents?”


    ve. Call it one of our specialties.”


    ve.”


    ve. Then again, I had to remind myself that this could very well fall under the category of things that you aren''t supposed to do but it''s not explicitly disallowed. Well, minus the custom part. But Dante, himself, claimed that the admins didn''t actually look into this sort of thing.


    ve so maybe I shouldn''t have been. “Uh, yeah. Have you ever been out in the rain?”


    Weird. I walked over to them briefly wondering what were the chances that every stray in Haven was coded to look like this versus the chance that this was the same cat from a few weeks ago.