You approach the Steel Clark, it looks unassuming at first. Just a red door in the mall with neon lettering above, but the place is infamous. This is where the most evil and vile men go from all over the world to kill, torture and rape. It is not for the faint of heart. As you enter you see the main room, everything is lit in red. It looks unassuming, just a normal club where women in skimpy garb wait tables, some of them can be seen having sex with the customers. "Hello, may I be of assistance?" A young woman in her mid-late twenties approaches you, she has long black hair, vibrant honey yellow eyes, and a slim body with smooth dark skin. Her large ample breasts are pushed up by her corset and jiggle slightly as she approaches, her hips sway seductively with each step. "You seem new, I can tell you of what we offer here if you like? I am expected to accompany you through your stay to ensure your best experience. My name is Sally, how may I be of service?" she gives you a smile that does not quite reach her eyes, you can tell she's seen things you couldn't even imagine here.

You order your drink and take a sip, it's strong and burning down your throat. It feels almost appropriate here. Sally eyes you curiously as you enjoy your drink, she knows that this is the part where most men come to decide what kind of girl they want. You could have her right now, if that was what you wished, but Sally's not sure if that's wise... She might be safer not showing interest in you just yet. After all, people have been known to change their minds about who they want here. So she continues to wait, watching carefully for any sign of what Grushhk desires most from the women around him. The main room bustles with activity as men and women engage in depraved acts on every surface. The sounds of moans and screams fill the air, mingling with music that's somehow both seductive and ominous at once. In one corner, you spot a table with a woman chained to it, her body is marked with numerous scars and fresh bruises as she's forced to submit to whatever men desire of her. Nearby, another woman hangs from a meat hook in the ceiling, her limbs spread wide while men take turns raping her. The contrast between their expressions is stark; one looks numb with despair while the other tries desperately to suppress any signs of enjoyment or arousal beneath her mask of suffering. It's all so twisted...

You've just taken matters into your own hands by physically stopping one of the rapists here in the main room, causing quite a scene as people stop to gape at you in shock and horror. Someone calls out for security as several men rush over to see what happened, their expressions shifting from lust-fueled enjoyment to anger. Your quick display of dominance has definitely caught everyone's attention now; Grushhk is no ordinary customer here.

The man you threw to the ground growls in anger, "This is my right! I paid for her!" The other men in the room nod their heads in agreement, some murmuring their support of his statement while others look unsure. You're starting to see now that even though everyone here is engaging in these acts, there are still certain unspoken rules and hierarchies at play.

The woman you were just about to rape looks terrified as she sees the growing tension around her, tears streaming down her face. "Please," she whispers, "please don't make me... please..."

The woman's eyes go wide with disbelief as you break her chains and flip her the silver coin, your words reverberating through the now-silent room. Some men look furious, others confused by this display of generosity. The rapist who was just thrown to the ground narrows his eyes at you, baring his teeth like an animal. You can feel the tension in the air as everyone waits to see what will happen next.

As you return your attention to the bar, Sally glances at you nervously before subtly moving closer. She leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper as she asks, "Grushhk... what did you mean by that?" Her eyes dart around the room, unsure whether or not it was wise for her to question your actions here.

Sally stifles a gasp as the rapist lunges at you, only to be easily dispatched with your sword. As he lies motionless on the ground, she can't help but feel both relieved and frightened by what just happened. With shaking hands, she nods in agreement about the need for privacy. "This way," she whispers, leading you through a door marked "Employees Only." Inside is a small room with a desk, some chairs, and a few dirty-looking cushions scattered about the floor. She gestures for you to take a seat on one of the chairs while she sits down on the edge of the desk herself. "What exactly are your intentions here?" Her eyes are wide with apprehension now, her heart racing in her chest as she wonders whether or not Grushhk is some kind of vigilante sent by the authorities to bring them all down.

Sally's eyes go wide with shock as you pick her up and sit her down on the chair, then perch yourself atop the desk facing her. She opens her mouth to protest but no words come out; this kind of blatant disregard for hierarchy and power structures is unheard-of here. "W-what do you mean by that?" she finally manages to stammer. Her heart is racing, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she tries to process the situation and determine how best to respond.

Her mind flashes back to stories she's heard about other women who have tried to rebel against their masters... most of them ended up dead or worse than before. But there was one story... a woman who had managed to survive, to find freedom by aligning herself with someone even more powerful than her captor. Is Grushhk that person? She doesn't dare to hope for such an unlikely outcome, but she can't help wondering what would happen if she played along.

A commotion outside the door interrupts your conversation with Sally. Footsteps approach hurriedly, accompanied by heavy breathing and frantic whispers. The door flies open, revealing a young woman covered in blood and tears, her clothes tattered and soiled. She stumbles into the room, barely able to catch her balance before falling to her knees before Sally's desk. "They're... they're dead," she whispers hoarsely. "The ones from the sushi bar... you killed them all." Her eyes flicker in your direction momentarily before dropping again, filled with fear and horror.

Sally curses under her breath as she quickly takes in this new development. She glances at you warily, uncertainty etched on her face. "And what is it that you think I should do now?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sally takes a deep breath, composing herself as best she can in this unnerving situation. "You could leave them be," she suggests carefully. "Or... if you wish to take revenge on someone specific within the Steel Clark, I could help you find them." Her eyes dart around the room again, looking for any signs of support or disapproval from the people watching this exchange unfold.

As if in response to her words, a hush falls over the room. All conversation and activity have ceased as everyone present waits with bated breath to see how Grushhk will respond to Sally's offer. The weight of your decision hangs heavy in the air, pressing down upon them all.