Most of the clients she could pick up held perverted thoughts of their own.  Most were not about her.  Some were about a Goz with large breasts, of a human girl with an hour glass figure, and a few others apparently had a fetish for the dangerous, a Bulor female.  Only once in a while did she encounter anything about her.  Outside was a street, although at this time of day, not to much traffic.  It seemed people that were going in during the daylight were generally old, or drunks with to many credits.  Beyond that, the building was two stories high, with very few windows,all of which were blacked out.<br/><br/>As she approached, what appeared to be human blocked the door.  He had brown hair, blue eyes, and was generally very plain looking.  Staring at her, his expression was blank, at his hip was a sub machine gun.  His eyes seemed to run over her body briefly, before he stared at her face.  "Ianthe, Master Giantprick is located upstairs, he awaits your company.  The stairs are located to the back"  Strangely, he had no thoughts whatsoever.<br/><br/>The inside of the building was considerably different.  While the otuside had been drab, white, and nothing else, inside a human girl was dancing on the raised platform, she had rather sizable breasts, and remained topless.  Several other girls, of various species walked around, serving drinks, or talked to eachother.  More plain looking men without thoughts walked around, and as the man outside had said, there was a stairway towards the stage.  However, as she moved, suddenly she felt a hand swat her ass, with a comment of "Nice Ass, baby" comming as it did so.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>