A secret underground speakeasy?

The secret passageway leads into a spiral staircase, which runs down a good little bit. You jump down each step, hand on the rail, smiling with excitement but changing it into a faux glare whenever the hooded woman glances back at you hopefully, to try get you to back down and go away. No chance, you gave up seeing the smoke for this!

At the bottom of the stairs there's a sizeable congregation of people in what looks like a second restaurant, illuminated by faulty yellow lights, and with a ginormous dance floor. The woman cuts across the space towards what looks like a large sofa crossed with a throne, and the man who sits on top of it. He's got some sunglasses and suit-wearing bodyguards either side of him, and he nods at the woman as she approaches. Wait, is this lady in the mob? Has she just taken you back to her gang or something?

The man on the sofa-throne-thing opens his mouth to speak to the woman, then notices you and looks really confused. He glances you up and down, then turns back to the woman again.

"Who's this?" He says. His voice sounds like that of an average quality Elvis impersonator.

"Debbie!" You exclaim, extending your hand for a handshake even though you're a few steps too far away for him to reach. "At your service!"

He sort of leans forward on his seat and starts to extend his hand, but a bit of the way into the process he realises that it's a futile effort given the range, so he leans back into the sofa-throne again. You lower your hand.

"She- she won't stop following me." The woman says, exasperatedly. It sounds like she genuinely has no idea what to do under these circumstances. "I don't know how to get rid of her."

Throne-guy shakes his head at his socially awkward mess of an employee. "Did you at least get the job done?"

"Y-yep." She glances over at you, red-faced, then looks away again. "Uhh.... yep. K-kitchen fires, right? Haha. Cause.... cause lots of problems, they do. For the people who, who own the kitchen, that is."

This lady's conversation topics are all over the place. But at least the spot she lead you to is cool! You're about to wave goodbye to throne-guy and have an explore around, maybe try a bit of a dance even though it might turn out embarrassing, but he raises his hand before you're able to go off. Oh, has he got something to say?

"Now listen here, girlie." He says in his half-assed Elvis voice, looking right at you. "I'm not- I don't know how you even got in he- like, I have no idea how you managed to get this far at all."

As he talks, he starts fiddling with the front of his pants, trying to get them undone. He, uhh.... must be feeling hot right now or something. I-is there no air conditioning down here, mayb- oh, no, okay, yeah. H-his semi-erect dick just flopped out of the front of his pants.

It looks pretty big, though you're not really sure what to base that assessment off of, and the way it's pulsing is really drawing you in for some reason.... it's got a nice curve to the left, as well, and you imagine it only gets bigger. You can't help but stare at his lap as he continues.

"But I am afraid that we'll have to get rid of you." He says. "We got secrets, and all that. Secret stuff. Plans, you know? And code phrases. So, you'll have to go. You can either leave now...." He beckons the hooded lady.

She glances over at you, embarrassed, but then approaches the sofa-throne and submissively gets on her knees between the man's legs. She reaches up, taking his enticing dick into her hand, and starting to gently run her grip up and down its length to coax it into a full erection, all the while with a burning red face at the fact that you're watching her do this.

"....Or you can leave after watching my favourite little agent finish our post-mission tradition, uh-huh." He says (the Elvis thing must be intentional). "I might even give you a little tip before sending you on your way."

H-hey, wait.... a-are they doing sex stuff to try scare you off right now? Yeah, that's it, isn't it?! They're trying to keep this cool room all to themselves, because they know you're too pure to hang around! Then again, looking at the buff bodyguards either side of the throne-guy, you're pretty sure you wouldn't be able to stay stay once they want you gone anyway.

S-so, the question is... before leaving, do you watch this guy g-get his dick jerked... defiantly, of course! To stay in the cool room as long as possible. It's nothing to do with..... w-wow, the way her wrist's flicking up and down is really.... O-or do you leave before the sex stuff gets into full swing? Y-you have to admit, you're pretty sure watching this right now is turning you on a little bit, even if it's dirty and they might possibly be criminals....