"Not exactly the sort of place I'd want to work, although you can't argue with the fringe benefits,"  Butcher said.  He scanned the group smoking with his binoculars.  "Probably the performers on a break.  We give it fifteen minutes or so after they go back in and everyone will be distracted."<br/><br/>The Nomad looked over at the car.  "Nice car.  Don't know what's under the hood, don't know if it's bulletproof, don't know much.  If we want to give the boss a hard time, I can put out one of his tires.  Otherwise, I'm looking at you to get us inside."  After a moment, he laughed.  "You could always push the big red button and say you're here to audition.  You tell him you're gay for pay.  I hear that's very popular in porn."<br/><br/>Despite his joking, Butcher didn't like the look of the place at all.  Whoever was inside was paranoid and willing enough to not just peddle flesh but to do so using someone he knew was literally bought and sold.  No, he wouldn't be helpful.  Hopefully his Japanese sex doll would be.