"Tyler, you received a gift."
Suzuka pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The moment she crossed the threshold her expression tightened. The air in the room was thick, cloying perfume layered over the sharper scents of several different women, undercut by a heavy, unmistakable musk of recent intimacy and release. The smell of what had been happening here hung everywhere.
Suzuka's eyes flicked to Tyler.
For the past week he had barely left this room. Everyone knew the constant parade of girls going in and coming out, some of them still flushed and unsteady when they left, some were even carried out.
