A brothel

John sighed. Since he had opened his brothel in the middle of LA, business hadn't been this good. He had brainwashed a couple random women, plus a female police officer who had tried to close the place down, to turn them into his enthusiastic hookers, but it seemed the brothel wasn't working like it could.

Maybe his business needed something to help it getting more attention. Like someone famous, offering the average man the opportunity to fuck his crush like a cheap whore. He nodded. He liked the idea. For the next minutes, he started imagining every celebrity he would like to see working as a hooker for him, as well as the way to get to them and brainwash them.

Or he could just leave the place and keep turning random women into prostitutes. The choice was his.