#12 Admiring Mike's house

Madam Alora was downstairs in her executive living room, where she usually hosted different men to service her ladies, or the ladies who used to visit her brothel, wanting to get a good bang.

She had been waiting since the afternoon for her men to arrive, and it was already past 10 PM at night, approaching 11 PM, yet they hadn't arrived.

Madam Alora said, "What's taking those guards so long to catch Lara by the roadside and bring her here?"

Madam Alora paced around in her living room, as most of her ladies were busy with different men in different rooms. The ladies weren't even enough to service all the waiting men.

Her friend, Linda Johnson, had spoken to her about recruiting new ladies, but she didn't want to be seen as luring innocent young ladies or dealing in human trafficking either.

She only accepted younger ladies who offered themselves freely to her and worked underneath her, signing under her home as well.

Still pacing up and down in her living room, Madam Alora's phone rang,