Yes

"How much does it cost?" You ask wryly. As much as you've approved of Nikki's performance, you know it's her job to separate you and your money.

Nikki smiles. "Sixteen thousand for the three of you. Eight hundred for yourself. Eight hundred for the brunette. And I'm pretty sure my bosses would want me to let the pretty piss drinker get in for free."

That's not cheap. "Is it worth it?" You ask.

"For what you're going to experience tonight? Probably not." Nikki answers with an air of honesty. "But for the way it's going to transform those little sluts of yours for the rest of their lives... yeah it's worth it."

Fuck it. Why not?

Nikki leads the three of you to the elevator and pushes a secret button that you'd never have known was there. When the elevator doors open, the flicker of soft neon lights pours in, and your nose is hit by by the intense smell of sex, mixed with incense. You sense a hesitation from Izzie and Ava, unsure exactly what you're getting them into. But they don't get to make the decisions tonight (or any Date Night really). They step off the elevator slowly and you follow.

"Sorry, I have to go back up." Nikki says and disappears back into the elevator.

You take a deep breath. Here you are. There's probably no turning back now. Before you is a velvet archway and just below that podium where an attractive middle-aged woman in a bustier sits.

"Welcome to Wonderland" She says. She takes your payment, then continues. "There's one rule and only one rule here. Your bare flesh must not touch anyone else's bare flesh."

That's a bit disappointing, you think. "Are you in charge here?" You ask, wondering if the woman is some sort of dominatrix, if that's what you're getting into.

"I assure you, like all sluts, I exist only to give men pleasure. Down here men are in charge, and women are merely toys."

You nod. That attitude is at least more promising.

Izzie tugs at your arm. "Daddy.... maybe we should go home." She says nervously. But you're not sure there's any going back. So you take the girls by the hand and lead them through the archway.

The depravity on display is almost too much to take in.

Where to start?

There are about two dozen nude girls scattered throughout the room, each of them wearing a brightly colored wig. All of them wearing glassy-eyed expressions of wonton of doused in at least some amount of cum. And each of them partaking in some kind of filthy behavior.

The first ones you see are two women sharing a long double-headed dildo, struggling to keep their lips together with the toy lodged in each of their throats. A couple men watch and jerk off in their direction.

Near them there's a woman in a bright blue wig on all fours licking cum off a man's shoe. He holds it up so she can get her tongue along the bottom of it as well.

Then you see a woman in a pink wig on her ass against the wall, as a man throat fucks her with an impossibly large dildo. Her body convulses but he doesn't let up. Even as the contents of her stomach seem to leak out of the edges of her mouth.

You walk past three women bouncing on dildos stuffed in their cunts and assholes. And expectedly there are men jerking off on them as well.

You see a man in leather gloves **** a woman in a purple wig as she rubs herself off. Another woman, one in a silver dress spits on the slut.

After all, not all the women here are acting as brightly colored toys. There are plenty of women in slinky, slanky dresses hanging onto their men, or even helping them **** the girls.

You even see what looks like a lesbian couple simply taking in their surroundings, enjoying the scenery.

And there's plenty to take in. There's a girl on all fours licking something off the floor. A girl flailing on the floor as two men hit her with big rubber dildos.

Then there's a girl in a dark corner who looks sort of familiar to you. She sits on her knees, rubbing some freshly sprayed cum over her tits and stiff nipples. You think you might know her. But between the darkness around her, the cheap pink wig, and the blankness of her eyes, it's almost impossible to place her face.

"Pretty girls you got there." A man's voice takes you out of the moment and returns you back to whatever reality is.

"Excuse me?" You say.

A man in a suit next to you is ogling Ava and Izzie, "Pretty girls. Not doing anyone any good just standing there and watching. You should sign them up."

"Daddy, I don't want to be one of these girls," Izzie says, pressing her body against yours anxiously.

"I'd do it" Ava mutters quietly.

"Please Daddy, lets go somewhere else where it can be just the three of us. This place kinda scares me."

Ava scoffs at her sister, "You just chugged a glass of piss, but now you're a prude all of a sudden?"

"That was different." Izzie insists. "That was for Daddy. But all of these men look... mean. And all these girls look... weird."

You take a good look at your lovely girls. Maybe it is time to leave this place and go somewhere less severe. Then again, you paid a lot of money to be here. You're not sure.

"C'mon man. Get 'em signed up fast." The man next to you says. "I got jizz building in my sack right now that's gonna look great on that little blonde bitch's face."