She was right in the car. Lauri was thriving, watching her descent down the hole she meant to protect people from. Noble woman of the law, made to compromise her clothes already, and use the temptation of her own nudity to enter the underworld. Not long ago, she had been armored in her working garb, and now, she was trying her best to become a whore. Her anger painted her as a vivid woman, and the air in the car filled up with her fury and discomfort. Her dedication was slowly pulling her down.<br/><br/>His tanktop was still wrinkled when he got close once they'd stepped out of the vehicle. Night chill between them, but she was burning soon, appalled by his proximity and the suggestion in his cadence. Her body tensed like her nerves had been hung by the absent stars, and her breath boiled. It almost felt like she was welcoming him to take advantage, when she showed herself like that. Lauri hadn't been able to contain his smile, wolf's blades in his mouth, when she told him without meaning to that she was quite inexperienced in bodily matters that didn't involve combat or conventional athleticism. She'd given him quite the weakness to play with. Her threat didn't weigh so heavy on him after that, and she might have seen it on his face. Their roles had shifted. What had she been thinking, coming in to his playground without any experience of the game she intended to thwart? He knew exactly how to deal with her now.<br/><br/>It wasn't surprising then, that she hesitated to play along when she was pressed, in front of the giant of an enforcer. Like any detective worth her badge, she was able to summon her properties, though. The hulking inquisitor took a little breath when her breasts were served up between the teeth of the open hoodie. The man gave her sordid compliments with his eyes. Alexia had wonderful endowments, and in the murkier lighting they were very inviting, and definitely kept the self-appointed guard from wanting to frisk her for weapons or wiring, though he likely would love to anyway, for his own benefit.<br/><br/>Lauri met her eyes when she turned and put his hand on her waist possessively. He got the view too, which he was appreciative of. He didn't have to play a role, and let his other hand rise to firmly wrap around her throat as she lifted her skirt to present herself further to the Behemoth. Her little act was amusing. Later, Lauri would fulfill it. For now his eyes took on the shadows of the room as she pressed against him. Daddy. Oh, he liked that. He massaged her ass freely, since she was locked into their pretend now, and lifted her skirt fully, to reveal her underwear to the guard. She was playing a newly fucked prostitute, after all, that kind of lady wouldn't mind showing off the paid-for goods. She would be able to sense the hot bulge in his jeans, being so closely entwined with him.<br/><br/>He squeezed her neck harder to cement himself as her buyer, and even slid fingers underneath the fabric covering her ass, digging digits into the flesh of her roundness. "So, dude, mind if I take this here hussy down stairs? She thinks she's a ringer for it all and I kinda agree." Dastardly, the fingers crawled closer to the cleft of her cheeks under the panties. The behemoth scoffed and went passed them, obviously no longer worried about her connections to law abiding instances. On his way, he treated himself to a clap on the cheek Lauri hadn't claimed.<br/><br/>Her guide and host eventually let go of her, and was sure she'd be grateful for the reprieve. "Well done." he whispered, the heat of her body still fresh on his palm. He was sure she wouldn't try anything while people were still watching, but this kind of scene was not uncommon, given the hour and the shift of intentions in this place of business. He walked them toward an area were the booths chose a red, deeper lighting. "You're about to find yourself in a new place." he promised and opened a firedoor with its overhead sign turned off.<br/><br/>The following room was gigantic. This had been storage for a factory once, but with the decommissioning of honest work, a proprietor with less than pristine goals had acquired the contracts. Now, along the walls, makeshift huts were protected by glass. On the floor beneath them, as they had stepped in to the middle level, an ocean of tables and fenced off areas offered myriad contraband and weapons. Lauri smiled, proud, as he walked down the metal stairs that lead to a wall of glass plains. Some of them without curtains or tints revealed different stages of hotly practiced indulgence. Women with object in their mouths, men with objects in their asses. And what the servers had in common was their expression, like they relished in their ability to please, to have a purpose for their user's pleasure. Slaves to themselves and others.<br/><br/>He leaned against one of the glass doors just as a crazed, lazy woman pressed her naked self up against the other side, the red lighting underlining her fate as she slowly, sleepily rubbed her flesh and left traces of the oil on her skin on the surface. Her dark eyes were hazy and she managed to fit her hand between the glass and her sex, three fingers eagerly hooking into her inner while her mouth opened and closed, her lips against the clear barrier. Lauri looked at Alexia and smiled as the other woman was trying to get to him. She was obviously addled by some advanced aphrodisiac.<br/><br/>"This is one of the outlets for pleasure slaves and pets. Was this what you were looking for? You have about a minute before they make the rounds and we have to get into one of these rooms." he said as the music played above them. The red light was creeping over onto him, hiding in the valley's between his muscles. He looked like part of this world.