Kamora Sanchez found herself  cleaning up the sexual area of that she was head of. Of course it pleased her at the size, and she was able to tweak the area into a more cozy way. She wanted her patrons to feel at home in this rutty old basement. Her hands were sifting through the blankets that were either used, or needed to be washed. She had an odd obsession with needing things to at least look nice. Unlike most people she tended to live in her little area. Never really leaving it because secretly she kept it running day and night. Everyone wanted sex. It wasnâ€™t as if it was something that disappeared. It was a constant pleasure that needed tending  to. Thus she was there night and day living inside the mansion as head and lead hostress of the sexual department. That meant anything and everything that has to do with sex had to be first run by her.<br/><br/>But her partner in crime was Rachel Ascott a pretty little blonde. She was her assistant and the head of the drugs department. Never had the pair gotten into a fight. Kamora sighed and began to make the lovely purple laced bed up. Putting new sheets and blankets on the beautiful queen sized bed that most guests just loved dearly. But she believed in options so she had set up a pretty comfy love seat that straddled the left corner, and a big wide flat screen t.v across the wall from the bed. As an added bonus she invested in a nice couch that was a deep fluffy purple. In fact she connected the bathroom straight to the department to make it easier for her to do both jobs. It was along the back walls the  shelves for well toys lined there. She had a black light imported to the room. Just so that any quirky people want to have sex.<br/><br/>"Rachel the head of the house hold is home." Her ears had caught the sound of the familiar limo pulling up to the house. She may consider herself human, but she was far from it. She by race should be a vampire. But it was sexier to surprise her victims than per say not. It was a thing with her as sadistic as she is. She loved the taste of blood, and the taste of sexual desire in humans. Their pain, and their joy two things that made her ever so happy.<br/><br/>She handed Rachel a pile of papers that were documents on their transactions. If a man failed to pay they had all the info on the man to well punish him. It was familiar to the mob in that way. One giant boss orders more tiny bosses and such is the world. It works the same way for punishment. Each department got to punish the failed paying guest any which way they please. For Kamora it was death. She would drink them dry. Make their blood just sink into her mouth till the human had none left. "So how do you think her mood is?" She asked Rachel. The pair were friends by nature.