the cafeteria

You enter the cafeteria, and it's exactly what you would have expected. Men and nurses eating reheated Frozen food. You have a difficult time choosing between cold rice, slimy mashed potatoes, or dry chicken breasts.

"At least it's healthy" you say. Eileen shakes her head.

"We used to have a better staff, but they've been taken for the gold insurance patients. Among other things."

You notice a man is fucking one of the food workers. She squeals with each thrust, trying to hold her moan as he fills her.

"We can do that?" you ask.

"Well, it's a gold insurance perk. Free use of staff."

"So they take the best chefs, and then they fuck the staff left here so that we're left with extra-substandard food?"

Eileen nods.

You scoop up hunks of food and head to a table. An unassuming, bearded man sits there with a purple haired Asian nurse.

"Can I sit here?" he nods.

"You new? I'm Peter. Peter Grups."

"John Doe."

"Bronze insurance?"

You nod.

"Same brother. We gotta look out for each other."

"Against who?"

"Against the golden boys. Listen, sometimes they'll try to fuck your nurse before your treatment, just to tire her out. Or they'll make her wear their cum."

You look at Eileen. She looks sheepish.

"Why?"

"Cause they're assholes. Stupid, gold assholes. Shit." He suddenly hides his face, turning away.

The guy who was fucking the service worker approaches your table. You notice now he's wearing a gold wristband.

"Who said that?"

Both of you ignore him. He slams the table.

"Who the fuck called us assholes? Answer me."