It was left. Right?

Stumbling to your left you stroll down the hall shaking your head to free the cobwebs. As you step around the corner you see something that instantly reveals your mistake. The madam is there arguing with the German operative, who is backed by what looks like nine guards armed with smg's. Luckily they seem so intent on arguing about the delay on bringing you down to him, that they don't notice you enter, well they do eye you, but as you simply line up with the other girls neither of them say anything, a girl entering dressed like a slut and meekly lining up with the others being so common as to hide the fact that no one there really recognizes the new elf girl. Finally the operative looking for you seems to have waited long enough and storms past her and up the stairs. She follows behind him as he demands that she show him which room you are in. “Amber hasn't given the signal yet, he might not be tied up.” You hear her warn him as they disappear around the corner together, along with two of the guards.

The seconds tick by standing there with the other girls, your eyes flashing from the door to the guards to the girl manning the desk. Any minute now they are going to find that you aren't upstairs, come crashing back down the staircase, and someone is going to say, “Hey we are looking for an elf, and well look, there is one right over there, sure she has tits now, but I we have a doc that can do that and well hmmm, I wonder if that is who you are looking for.”

Just then the door opens and in walks an obvious cyber nerd of some kind, his head is bald and studded with no fewer than 5 holes for some kind of interface. He stands a bit over 6' tall, yet you would be surprised if he is any more than 150lbs. He is wearing a pair of clearly lightly armored gray pants that look a lot like sweat pants with sort of plastic looking plates all over them, a black shirt with a neon yellow lightning bolt on it, and a puffy orange and black coat that is also obviously armored with similar plates. The cheap and unfashionable look of his armor sort of screams, “Noob.” Yet it could also indicate that he just doesn't get out much. He wears a school looking backpack on his back that is black with several big red patches where it has either been damaged and repaired, or he just thinks they look cool. The only weapon you see on him is a holstered pistol that your computer instantly lets you know that it is something called a Kannak 9, a full auto 9mm. He quickly scans the line walking toward the girl manning the desk, not seeming to care at all about the guards in the room. “I wanna pound some ass.” He proclaims loudly to the girl and slaps a pile of credits on the bar.

“That sounds lovely. Do you have a girl in mind?” She asks him. You don't even have to look over you know damned well he is going to, and sure enough he points at you and says, “I want the elf.” She clacks away at her keyboard for a second, before saying, “That's strange, I'm not seeing her name on the...”

Just then you hear someone upstairs yell, “What the fuck do you mean?”

Taking this as your cue, you take him by the hand, flash her a smile, and say, “It's Candy silly, don't act like you don't know me.”

She takes this about like you thought she would, not wanting to look like an idiot she just clicks away and says, “Silly me, I'll log you in.”

“Oh I am going to be the one doing the logging.” He says with a snort and drags you down the hallway. “Which room?” He finally asks.

Halfway down the hall your computer sends you a message from the brothel, it seems you have been assigned room seven which your eyes now highlight as the second from the end on the first floor. 'Huh.' You think, 'so when she worked on me she must have installed some new software.' “Right here.” You say to him as you reach the door. He steps inside and for a second you are sort of alone in the hallway. Sure you only have a second or two before he starts to wonder why you didn't follow him inside, still if you could quickly find an exit you think there might just be a chance. Then again an elf running away might be just what they are looking for. “Fuck.” You mutter quietly as you decide what to do.