Considering how flashy both of the women were, it didn't seem odd to think that this was all for the purpose of making an impression. "You're probably right," Shannon agreed, crossing his arms over his chest, and leaning back against the wall of the lift. "We're to be accessories, I bet." While it was exciting to think that they'd have the chance to get out of the house, they both knew that the women's reasons weren't selfless. "Vivian mentioned that the both of you had been behaving yourselves, so, this is a gift... I guess? There was also the mention of getting the two of you female company." Well, Juniper certainly had his attention now. "I thought they were only into one another?" At least that was the impression he'd thus far taken away. "They have an open relationship, but that's not what I mean... all the supernatural clubs are full of humans. Male, female, whatever. All willing to do whatever is requested of them, at the right price." Shifting her hair from her shoulder, she glanced back at the two. "Whores, you mean." Wasn't that how they got here in the first place? Because they'd visited the wrong ladies of the night. "More, or less. But they aren't like the women you'll find in any local whorehouse. They are truly beautiful, and clean. They are tested several times a year, and have to maintain a certain level of quality for the customers. Vivian won't allow her standards for them to slip, even slightly." His brows drew together then. "Wait... these whores, they work for Vivian? What, is she a fucking madame?" Dealing sex got you this type of money? Where the fuck could he sign up. "Some days she is. She dabbles in a bit of everything. Whatever it takes to keep the supernatural population comfortable." As the lift doors opened, she stepped out onto the main floor, leading them into the entrance hall, which was now filled with clothing. The wracks lining the wall making it look like a proper shop. "Vivian has only had nice things to say about either of you. She admires you." That likely sounded strange, but it was no less true. The boys were spirited, something their owner could appreciate. "What about you? You work for her... are you coming with us tonight?" The smile she gave Shannon, was almost a pitying one. "No... I'm not a whore."