Her favourite haunt.

Stepping out from the station, you marvel at the sight of a great cultural icon, that you've only ever seen in history books and on television. "Beautiful, isn't it? Come on! I'll show you around!" Venus smiles, taking your hand in hers, leading you through the city.

You're not sure if it's part of her training, but she does a fair job as an actual tour guide, pointing out historical buildings, a couple nuggets of facts about them, must-eat cafes and the surprising amount of couples-only hotels in the area. As you push through the crowd, images of this part of the city flash through your mind, from it's conception, construction, destruction and rebirth, backing up Venus' facts or pointing out where she's wrong.

During the tour and the power lunch, Venus just can't keep her hands off you and is constantly teasing your crotch, turning you on as much as humanly possible, so when she "guides" you to a hotel room, you have to push her head into the pillows to muffle her screaming during the slowest yet most intense quickie you've ever had, before heading back to Dominique's office. When they buzz you in, you relax in a lobby couch, waiting for your team to come back, while Dominique, Agathe and Venus talk amongst themselves. With your growing lexicon, you can make out that they're currently discussing fees, claims, activities, and "client satisfaction". But, the chair in front of you spins around slowly, and Djal is frowning at you.

His face says it all. You've wasted the entire morning and part of the afternoon doing your meaningless "job" and messing around with an inconsequential whore, instead of working towards what should be your true objective. He juts his chin at the women and raises an eyebrow, telling you to stop stalling and get a move on.