The "Data" Room

Listening to the robotic directions played in her ear, Monica steers herself through the maze design of the brothel. She notes the cleanliness, but also the half naked androids prancing around begging customers to "use them" and dragging them to one of many doors dotted around. The floor plan is very much like a casino, only the allure of the dollar is replaced with lust.

Finally she enters what Art calls the Data room, completely disoriented from the way she came. The room is dark, as she looks around for a light switch.

"Don't worry about that detective." Art calmly states in her ear.

Suddenly lights flick on, the room before her is all metal paneling, a soft bed, red rug in the middle with a small black contraption lying still. Minus the black backpack shaped box, it's identical to the other "pleasure rooms".

"The hell is this Art?!" She exclaims, about ready to press the alert button on her suit, but before she does a prick is felt in her neck. The small detective quickly losses consciousness, swift robotic hands from behind placing her on the bed.