Don't Fall In Love With Your Sex Robot
Chapter Two
Chester stared at the building then at his invitation. He pressed the speaker button on limousine's armrest. "Maurice, this is where the exhibition is located?"
"Yes, sir," said Maurice.
"It's a sex shop."
"I wouldn't know, sir."
Chester peered at the building again. It looked like a reconstruction of the temple at Karnak, all brightly painted pillars and big carved hieroglyphs. It might have been a building straight out of ancient Egypt, if passersby ignored the huge neon sign on top that blinked THE LUST BASTION EROTICA EMPORIUM.
No windows, but of course, there wouldn't be at this sort of establishment. Since it was 9 p.m. and this was Las Vegas, outside lights in garish colors blinked on and off around the building. The two huge wooden doors in the front were propped open. Two burly guards in tuxedos stood on either side accepting the invitations from men and women dressed in heinously expensive formalwear.
