VIP of the Club - Ennui Your Own Shrinkray Adventure chapter 9 by Marak077

You hired Ennui, the mysterious girl wearing a circular sad face mask, to be your tour guide for the night. She didn't say much, just motioned for you to follow her into the dark, pulsing club.

The first level was the most tame - the main dance floor. Flickering lights and bass-heavy beats filled the space. Ennui led you to the bar. "Drink?" she asked, her voice muffled by the mask. You nodded. She ordered two cocktails and slipped one to you. A pretty bartender winked at you over her shoulder as she mixed more drinks with surprising skill. "Careful," Ennui warned. "That bartender likes to play games with the patrons." You finished your drink too quickly, the alcohol warming your blood. The bartender leaned over to whisper in your ear, "Find me later and I'll show you my favorite shaker..." She sauntered away with a sway of her hips. You glanced at Ennui questioningly. "Next level," she said.

The second floor was more...intimate. Couples grinded against each other on the dance floor, their hands roaming. A curvy woman in a tight dress beckoned you over with a crooked finger. "Dance with me, handsome?" she purred, running a hand down your chest. You hesitated but Ennui gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head. "No dolls on this floor," she whispered. The woman pouted and moved on to find another partner. Ennui tugged your arm. "Let's go."

You descended another level into a den of delights and debauchery. A scantily clad woman with chains leading from her collar to a leash crawled across the floor, following her master. A man with a whip stood in the corner, eyeing the crowd. Ennui skirted the edge of the room. "Don't make eye contact," she warned. You hurried after her, unsettled and intrigued.

The fourth level was a labyrinth of booths with curtains. Moans and sighs filtered out from behind them. Ennui pushed aside a curtain to reveal a woman on her knees before a man. She looked up at you and licked her lips. "Join us," she offered. Ennui shook her head. "Too tame." She sat you down in the booth and drew the curtain. The sounds from neighboring booths filled the space - wet kisses, skin slapping, moans of pleasure. Ennui took your hand under the table, her fingers stroking your skin. "Feel good?" she asked. You swallowed hard and nodded. She squeezed your hand once before standing. "One more level."

The final level was...different. A man in his later years sat on a throne-like chair, a woman's head between his legs. He pushed her off with a grunt of satisfaction. Ennui approached him and they exchanged words. He looked you up and down, then nodded. "The man your looking for will see you now." Ennui said, you did told her you wanted to meet someone, the Proxy you said if it means anything to her. This must be who she meant.

"Enjoying the previous floor?" The man asked, but you shakes your head, you wanted to meet him first. "Tragic, I made those floors you know? It would be such a shame if the other floors aren't... Used." The tone of the man suggests sadness, exaggerated sadness that is.

Should you use the floors?