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are as follows: five hundred for manual stimulation, one grand for oral, three for vaginal penetration, five for anal, and fifteen will buy you a night in one of the private suites. There is nothing our girls refuse to do, so the full night is your best bet if one of the ladies catches your fancy. Auction-style bidding occurs should a girl earn interest from more than one participant; highest bidder wins any and all disputes. We guarantee a satisfying experience whether you purchase a single option or an entire evening. Our girls are discreet, professional, and very well trained.” He gave us a snake-oil smile. “Enjoy your evening.”
    I glanced at Gates. He shook his head and looked away but not before I saw a flash of disgust cross his face. Fine. I’d be the one making all the moves. I sat back with a sigh and checked out the other bidders. None of the shifters in attendance seemed unusual in any way. Each one looked like a regular John Smith—hard-working, middle-class citizens in the human world. Had they actually been human, they’d probably have wives and families at home. But they were wolves, which meant they didn't want wives; they wanted mates. And mates were harder to come by.
    “Think the girls truly know what they're getting into?” Gates whispered. I shrugged and glanced around at the others again. While none of them appeared outwardly hostile, our very natures made us dangerous. Especially when we lost ourselves in sexual acts.
    “No fucking clue, man. But that animal upstairs had blood on his hands. I don’t know a lot of women who’d willingly bleed for us, you know?”
    Gates nodded, his face stoic and his eyes constantly scanning the crowd. “So what happens when one of these guys snaps?”
    After several minutes of contemplating Gates’ words, I signaled to Morris. The sleazy git came running.
    “Yes, sir?”
    “Tell me something. What happens if my friend here”—I smacked Gates in the chest—“gets a little overexcited?”
    “If he needs a little assistance delaying the inevitable, we have Viagra available.”
    “Fuck no,” Gates spat with a rumble. 
    I coughed to cover my snort. “I'm sorry, no. I meant, what happens if while his cock is out, so are his claws?”
    Morris leaned in and lowered his voice. “We have a private medical team who will attend to any occurrences of the claw or teeth variety. The girls are all aware of our dual nature and welcome our animal instincts.”
    “And if those instincts go a little too far?” Gates wiped his thumb across his lip as he waited for Morris to answer him.
    “There is a hospital nearby if, on the off chance, things go beyond the skills of our team. He glanced around the room and lowered his voice again “There is also a private wooded area behind us. Should we encounter a full loss.”
    I nodded, fighting my urge to punch the prick in the face. “Shit like that happen often?”
    “Rarely, sir.” Morris gave me a weak smile. 
    “Good to know.” I reached forward and shook the man’s hand, even though the last thing I wanted to do was to touch the slimy motherfucker. “Thank you for your candor.”
    “You’re welcome, sir.” Morris shuffled off.
    I glanced at Gates and dropped my voice so the others in the room couldn’t hear. “Full loss?”
    He grimaced. “The finger-licker mentioned needing to take care of a disposal.”
    “Dead humans buried on shifter-owned property. That’s enough right there to call Blaze in, though it doesn’t necessarily explain the clawed woman. And the club has their own medical team.”
    “Which means no hospital trips.”
    I sighed and rubbed my hand over my face. “Unless she chose to leave without the aid of the in-house medical staff. A human may hear werewolf or shifter and think of some kind of fantasy, but the reality may not have been exactly what she thought it would be. Either way, our girl most likely got her claw marks because of these parties. Human-shifter sex trade is