“A brothel house?” Zanzibar repeated as he leaned back casually in his seat. He cut his eyes around the dimly lit room, taking note of the willing women and perhaps a few men who would walk out with him in the last heartbeat of their bodies.<br/>“You mean people have to pay for such a thing as pleasures of the flesh?”<br/><br/>Luciano's eyes narrowed and he glanced at the man not entirely confused, but not entirely certain if this stranger was being sarcastic or not.<br/><br/>“You – you do know what I am talking about.” Luciano's eyes intensified in color and he levelled his gaze. A look of satisfaction briefly crossed the Italian's face when he realized just how right he was about this man's filthy intentions.<br/><br/>The man looked in his early 30s. He should know how things worked in this world of corruption and vice, unless he was singled out in an ocean of spoiled children who happened to not be instructed on issues relating to human sexuality. “Why do you seem so surprised?” Luciano dared to ask, arching a brow.<br/><br/>“I must say, I do not. I find that these people here, for the most part, are quite willing to take what I have to offer,” Zanzibar rubbed his hand lightly over his chest and held the man’s eyes a fraction of a second longer than what was considered socially acceptable.  “I am surprised that this response to lust and the tasty morsels of flesh are not readily available to everyone. But then greed is a good motivator, I suppose.”<br/><br/>“I have never been with a man and thought perhaps this experience would be one to try. Do you find that you enjoy men as well as women?” Zanzibar put his finger to his lips in thought, “No, perhaps, you only prefer women. What kind of women do you find attractive?”<br/><br/>“You seem to know what you're talking about!” Luciano raised his voice as if offering a cheerful compliment to the other when in reality, he just wanted him to leave – the sooner the better. When he held his gaze, the Italian felt discomfort; the type which he could not explain yet could not stand any longer. Luciano crossed his legs one on top of the other surreptitiously and breathed slowly.<br/><br/>“I must add that you've greatly wronged your knowledge somewhere along the lines of what you said. This response to lust and the tasty morsels of flesh are actually available to everyone. It is only a matter of how to approach it ... and take it. Some take it by force, others give it willingly. For some they have simply learned how to resist it because life does not evolve around such distraction.”<br/><br/>“I – I am sorry but what I like and what I find attractive is my own business.” Luciano covered his chin with his right hand and scratched the side of his face. “Is that all? To be honest, I feel as if you are here for something else.” There was something very different about this man. Something frightening.<br/><br/>Zanzibar leaned his head to one side as if listening to someone speak to him through some sort of head set. He was listening but no head set was necessary. He nodded once as if making a decision.<br/><br/>“Ah, but then you would be wrong. I am here for exactly what I have indicated. I want flesh. I want to experiment to see what feels best to my body. I crave sex and power, but not sex that I take, but bodies that is given to me freely.  That is not a distraction, I can assure you, it is hunger and do not all humans hunger?<br/><br/>A woman dressed in silk and furs sashayed to the table and draped herself on Zanzibar’s lap. The neckline of her red floral print dress plunged lower than any of the other women in the establishment. The slit in the side of the dress rode higher on her thigh. The russet fur donated by a fox caressed her bare arms. Every platinum blonde hair on her head was perfectly coiffed, marcelled in a bob just below her ears where dangling diamond earrings swung in glittering pendants down her long neck. Her blood red lips shone in the light as she opened her mouth to give a pull on the long slim cigarette holder, blowing smoke in a sexy, dainty manner.<br/><br/>“Hello, darling,” she purred to Zanzibar. “Having any luck?” She winked at the stranger who was squirming in the chair across the table from them.<br/><br/>“Mo..” he began, but she kissed him full on the mouth. When the long, deep kiss ended, she turned to the stranger and said in a husky voice to the stranger,<br/><br/>“I’m Darcy. You are new in Munich.”