Of course

Red Bull was, on the outside, nothing but a simple motel. It did not have any shiny neon lights on the outside, standing like an upstanding citizen among whores on the outskirts of the red light district: a large, modern building about five floors tall. Even when one stepped inside, the entrance hall was hardly provocative - more similar to a bar or a cafe than to a den of iniquity. It was rather minimalistically built, with white walls, little bonsai trees and bubbly music playing on the background - its seeming innocence felt almost obscene for the newborn demons. One would think such unassuming appearance would be counterproductive for the whorehouse's profits, but the truth was that Red Bull's owners did not care. Everyone worthy of the brothel already knew about the place - it was quite ill-reputed in the underworld, after all - and its inconspicious appearance helped to avoid unnecessary attention. The demons walked in silently, in their human disguises - looking around and sniffing the air to sense the air of sex and pleasure inside. So many degraded souls - easy prey for all of them.

"Hey, who are you?" - a loud, but deep female voice with a strong Southern accent broke the silence, causing Mei and her slaves to turn around. A tall, sexy pale blonde girl walked in, waving her two ponytails as she waved her sizeable hips. She carried herself with an air of authority that contrasted her slutty clothes - a short halter top with a giant cleavage that emphasised her moderately sized breasts, tiny jean shorts together, a big cowboy hat and cowboy boots. Obviously one of the local prostitutes, and an expensive one at that, "Yo' weren't invited here, boys, so get th' fuck away from here!"

Red Bull wasn't just any brothel. Its patrons were the more wealthy and powerful mobsters, men and women both of crude and refined tastes. Lowly thugs like Sun Feng weren't welcome here. Mei, however, knew what to do. The sexy Southern whore had to be subdued, one way or the other, but how?