Author's Notes:

I'll try to make this quick, cause I know these generally go on the bottom. I made a decision (and I told my followers this) . I scrapped the whole "giant-mega-explanation/exposition finale" idea. Cause as you can tell by the implications of the title, Gilda WILL meet the five at some point. I found that, not only would the size of the chapter be ridiculous even if I summarized, I would most likely end up rushing through it, not significantly developing the characters enough, and the chap itself, like I said, would be freaking' huge, all just so I could have the actual plot I want to get to, be just one chapter away. So I decided that, "Griffons Cathouse", will be a "prequel" I guess, of sorts, and the "sequel" of sorts, will be called... I don't know yet. So now each "recruiting process" if you will, can be it's OWN giant chapter!... yay?... Anyway, that's what's going on with my story so far, I just thought it fair to let you guys what I want to try to do with this, and also why I changed the descriptions so much from its original form. Well thanks for (not only sitting through this AN but,) giving this story a look at for the first time, or for tuning back in for the next installment.

I met the egg-head first.

It was an average Sunday, in November, where it should be raining, but for some stupid reason is sunny type of day. At my faux office, about four days after Turkey day for me, and Thanksgiving for the nerds. It was pretty boring around here, Griffon's Cathouse had been closed for four days, and would be closed until tomorrow, so the girls had time to visit their families. Ain't I sweet? Since I was alone, and Candy Crush could go fuck itself right now, I had some time think about these recent developments in my life, so I propped my feet up on the desk like a boss, and did just that...

Been 'bout two months since Flim and Flam said they could get me "additional resources", to help them, help me "convince" the girls they brought in, to stay here on a more permanent basis. Said resources, came in the form of contacts, and information. Sombra has people all over, and now with just a phone call, I can ask them to send some ladies my way. Also, with a new string of contacts, as long as I keep up on my monthly fees, no one will bat an eye to our border-line sex trafficking. It's not really that though. Not really.

The Dogs, or anybody Sombra has over here, will approach incoming ladies at the airport, or on the street (hey, Japan does it!),any girl that may be trying to find work, they send them my way under the pretense that I'm some kind of job finder... person. I interview the girls, gather useful information about them with my "getting to know you personally", spiel, and if I see one I like, or would be good for a permanent basis, I have Flim and Flam follow them. To scope out their living space, or see if anyone they no could be useful to my recruiting methods.

I, and only I, have the final say in whether or not Flim, Flam, and myself put the squeeze on them with our acquired blackmail, and force them to cooperate. The actual "Squeezing" is handled be Sombra's men, covertly, and quietly. So far, it hasn't happened. Much. Even that, I have the final say in how far they go, and who I say remains permanent. Hey as long as I don't get my hands dirty.

So far, even though I met quite a few babes that had interesting personalities, and varied between sexy, cute, beautiful, with even more diversity when it came to the size of their breasts, I never found any woman that fit the bill of "Griffon's Cathouse: Long-Time Main Attraction:... Such-and-Such!".

That's where they came in. And funnily enough, as I was pondering the way my life turned out, that's when she came in.

*Knock Knock*

"It ain't locked!" Slowly the doorknob turned, and the door opened a crack. No one came in for a few seconds, and I swear I heard someone taking a breath, probably trying to get a hold on their nerves. Understandable. Could be her first interview, or maybe she's trying not to think about messing up, been their before. Understanding that, however, doesn't mean I'm a patient person.

"I don't have all day man, you coming in or what?" From the crack in the door, peaked out a dark head. Took me a few seconds to realize it was her hair.

"Excuse me, uh, miss. Are you by chance Gilda Hof?"

"That's what the sign says on the door." I pointed out. The woman turned her head for a quick look at the door in question.

"... There's no sign though..." Shit they haven't put that on yet. Dammit, now its awkward.

"Did you come here for something, lady?" Said lady got a small cross look on her face, but quickly removed it.

"Yes, I was told if someone was looking for work, that your the prime place to go for help." Oh am I.

"Well they didn't lie. Come on in so I'm not talking to a head for the next few minutes." She got a look of awareness for a second.

"Oh! Right, of course, that probably would help wouldn't it?" Did it ever. After a nervous chuckle, she finally stepped into the office, I was finally able to get a good look at this chick, and if you want my honest opinion. Not bad.

You're curious to know what she was wearing? Seems like a trivial detail, but alright... weirdo.

Well, honestly, the way she was dressed, you'd think she was a CEO or something. She came in with a light brown backpack over her left shoulder, and she was wearing one of those jackets meant for women; the ones that are meant to be left unbuttoned, so they can wear an undershirt underneath. The jacket was, what'd Wikipedia call this... nobility purple? Under it she paired it with a white, suit-type undershirt and, get this, a fucking TIE.Who the hell was her mom, Stephanie McMahon? I ask that, cause she finished it off with those business-y slacks, and black heels; and as a cherry on top, she had a nice, light natural tan to her skin.

Me likey.

The other thing I took notice of was how she carried herself. She walked over to my desk tall, not in height, I'm like, a foot taller than her, I mean, back straight, shoulders cocked, head held high, eyes nervous for sure, but not a single quiver of uncertainty, she meant business. Last thing that really stood out was this funky little necklace she was wearing, the design was this weird star shape, I couldn't place the symbol to anything I had seen.

Maybe she was a Wyken or something. Would explain the hair. Oh yeah the hair, ok really quick, out of my permanent five, I like her hair the most. It's long, naturally straight, almost reaches her damn waist! It had these two highlights in it, a dark purple one that faded into her light purple hair, and right next to it was a pink one, speaking of purple again, her eyes were an odd looking, but attractively looking... violet eyes, I think? Maybe she's related to Elizabeth Taylor.

She walked over to the chair I had in front of the desk, sat down, crossed her right leg over her left, swung the bag over her shoulder, and set in on her lap unzipping it the process, all in almost one fluid motion. I didn't care if I did end up not liking her as a person, I liked her look, and I only said like, ten words to her. She pulled some folder out of her backpack and handed it to me.

"Here you are." I looked at the folder, than back at her, not knowing what to do.

"What's this for?" Her eyes darted to the right then back at me, and answered in an explanational, and mildly inquisitive tone.

"My resume?... Your going to need that for the interview right? O-or is one not required?" She set in motion to put it back. "I'm so sorry! I should have asked first, and not made assumptions."

What was her problem? Technically it was my bad. Then she starts grumbling to herself.

"Great, made a fool of yourself, in the first five seconds...

"Uh, dude? It's ok calm down, I just wasn't expecting one, most people that come through here don't have one, at least not the first meeting." She turned her head back up at me.

"Really? That's so unprofessional though! How have they gotten hired if they come so ill-equipped?"

"Because I hire them." I deadpanned. "Or someone else does, what's your deal? You're going to get a hernia acting so uptight!"

"I think you mean aneurysm" Ok... getting a little annoying, figured I better lay some pressure on her.

"Are you here for my help? Or are you going to keep being all, critical like?" She let out a sigh, and her eyes went downcast.

"I'm sorry Miss Hof, it's just... well no doubt you've heard this line before but, I just am really in dire need of a job right now. I was acting unprofessional just now, I apologize." Well at least she's a polite little thing.

"Forget about it, doesn't matter now. Fork that resume over, let me take a look at who I'm dealing with" She perked back up a little bit.

"Oh, certainly!" Re-taking the folder out of her bag, she handed it to me, I swiped it and opened it up.

"Mind if I as you some questions? Just so I can try understand you better as a person," I gestured with the folder, "and not as just a worker."

"Oh. Very well then, ask what you feel you need to Miss Hof."

"Just Gilda, if you please. I know I'm 'miss business worker person', but this is a non-formal environment."

"Are you certain? I really have no issue with-"

"Well I do, so please." Her lips tightened at that.

"As you wish then." That's better.

"Thanks." I flipped through the resume, seemed decent enough of a person, said she's had many types of jobs before, explained she works good solo, but in a group can be a natural leader. Confident. Underneath the resume, I noticed there was what looked like a, it was a degree from... Cal Poly!? Even back in Pennsylvania, Cal Poly is known as like, the place to go for an engineering education. The fuck is she doing here? In Nevada? I figured by this point, I should really get her name. "So what do you go by?" She was silent for a few seconds.

"Um... I'm sorry, 'go by'?" Oh you gotta be-

"Your name?..." This woman...

"Oh! Yes, how silly of me, *ahem* my name is, Twilight Sparkle."

Twilight... SPARKLE??? I thought that couldn't have been her real name, I mean its... well come on, her last name is fucking Sparkle?? Twilight I could accept, I was still holding out on the Wyken background, but Sparkle???

She said it so proudly too, smiling and closing her eyes while doing it, successfully looking cute. Pretty face, compliant with authority, there was one small detail I was curious about, given her smart, but also professional (well trying to be) attitude, I decided to test a theory, and see if this chick is perfect for the job.

"Uh, excuse me... Twilight, I unfortunately don't know what this word means on your resume, your vocabulary kicks mines ass." I gestured to some random part of the piece of paper, and showed her.

She leaned forward to get a closer look. Come on...
She gently took the paper from my hand, and moved it a little closer to her face. Yessss...
She squinted. Please be right intuition!
She reached back into her backpack, keeping one finger placed on the spot she was on. ...
And pulled out a magenta colored case. !
Opening it to reveal a pair of light purple glasses, to which she put on, resting on the bridge of her nose. Fuck yeah, called it! I actually found her... the first installment to my 'main attraction'!

All too perfect...

"... You don't know what 'responsible' means?" Oh, woops.

"Oooh, 'responsible', I thought it read... responstable."

"... Miss Gilda, 'responstable' isn't a word." Shit, um...

"So anyway," I swiped it back. "what brings you here? I noticed your degree, nice school, how'd you wind up in Nevada?" Get her talking, build "trust", find a weakness.

"I have family here actually! My brother works... well, he used to work in the police force."

"Really? What was his position? Private? Phone operator? Doughnut buyer?" No laugh. Damn, I thought that was a little funny.

"He uh... was ranked a Commissioner ..."

"Oh. Well um, that's pretty cool! How long he been working it?"

"Uh.. he work...ed. F-for about... eight years."

I noticed she progressively got more and more bummed, it was bugging me.

"Something happen to him, Sparkle?"

*Sniff* The hell?

*Sniff* This time, what sounded like choking accompanied it.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just... nevermind, this isn't important." Oh I think this is very important miss Twilight.

"Whatever it is, it's almost got ya cryin', so it must be important to you. I realize we did just meet and all but, well, you can tell me. If you want to that is." Damn, I'm bad at this, luckily in her state, she didn't notice my shit comforting.

"Y-you um... i-it wouldn't bother you, if I talked about it? D-during the interview?" It might, if you keep stalling.

"Not at all, Sparkle. Let it out. it's good for you."

"..."

"..."

"He..." She looked at me, eyes watered, still trying to be strong. "H-he..."

"Hmm?"

"H-h-he, well,... um... he..."

Jeez what was it? Did he di-

"He was k-killed."

...

Well, I'm going to hell.

"H-he was following the t-trail of these, c-crime... people, I don't know who, always said it was 'confidential'" she let out an almost forced chuckle, which caused some tears to escape. "and for our protection. I guess he was right... doesn't matter now though, I'm already here." She wiped some tears from her eyes with her sleeved fingers, gripping said sleeve.

"I'm sorry... I can't even imagine what that must have been like for you." I literally can't.

"It's fine, I guess... his widow, oh, my poor sis-in-law... I couldn't just leave her down here all by herself, after we heard, we packed and left that day." Her resolve in her refusal to break down, was something commendable. She had ruined what was a routine interview, mostly, but just gave me something very valuable.

"You down here with your parents I'm assuming then yeah?" Had to get her spirits up somehow.

But nope! Only made it worse. Then she really did start to sob, head in her hands and everything.

"T-that's just it Gilda! O-our pa-parents passed away almost t-ten years ago!" Seriously!?

"Oh... um,... how, if I may ask?" I almost felt bad, did feel stupid, for asking that one.

"C-car collision..." Not accident, "collision". This girls had it rough. There's one thing though...

"You said we? As in you and..." At this prompt she allowed herself a tiny smile. At least now too, the sobbing had stopped for now.

"My brother... my... my little brother. Poor Spike... he's too young to see as much death as he has." Spike, huh? Let's hear about him.

"Good kid?" She made eye contact again, strength returning.

"Oh yes, bright little boy. No... no, he's a young man now. Our brother was quite older than me, I was my parents last child." Huh? As if anticipating my next question, she explained.

"I was about ten when he came into the family, big brother was quite older than me like I said, we were sixteen years apart. In two years, he would leave California, and some how, he found his way here, then another two until he joined the force. Spike was an orphan at the time when we found him. Poor kid didn't have a home, he was six Gilda... and just, wandering the streets, scrapping for food."

"How's that possible? The kid just had shitty parents right?" I hoped anyway.

"We don't even know that... when we asked him to stay with us for a while, he practically tackled me to the ground in a hug. We looked for two months straight, police, neighborhood, everyone else just thought he was an unsupervised kid. I remember to this day, until I die, those nights he's ask me if they found his parents, a sibling, or anything... I always had told him no. We weren't his real family, he knew that. Never called Mom and Dad as such... but we tried our best to just... give him something. And I know he loved us for that."

Shit man... that's a lot to take in. I started to put the pieces together, she wasn't trying to get this job for herself, she has to support her little brother, and now her sister-in-law on top of that... thought I had it rough during my two years.

"When Mom and Dad died, I was all Spike had, my BBBFF left-"

"Your what?"

"Oh, sorry, it was a silly little nickname I gave him, it stands for: Big Brother Best Friend For Ever."

"Oh." All I really could say to that...

"Anyway, he had already left a few years prior, it was hard trying to raise Spike. I was thirteen when they died, Spike was nine, with my big brother gone, we just stayed with one of our aunts. Spike recently... I feel we've drifted apart. A few years ago, we finally moved out of our aunts house to our own apartment, I thought it'd go over good but, he talked to me less and less, got irritable easier... we got into a fight a few days ago and... well, anyway, that's what was bugging me so..." Very informative Sparkle. Thanks.

"What was your older brothers name?" A sigh from Twilight later:

"Armor. Shinning Armor Sparkle. It suited him well."

Holy shit! Cadences husband? Cadence, and Sparkle... Armor, what! My head just about exploded! I had no idea Armor bit it. Maybe F&F had something to do with this...

"Well Sparkle, this was... something. I'll hold onto your resume, look around the available jobs there may be, and give you a call tomorrow."

"B-but Gilda!" She stood up to protest. "I don't really think this was a very convince-"

"Hey." My calm firmness shut her up. "I understand your situation, well as much as I physically can, and I want to help you. Not just because it's my job. I promise. I will have an opening for you tomorrow." Damn, I almost convinced myself.

"A-are you sure miss- Gilda!" Heh, what a dork.

"Of course. Now get outta here, sounds like you have somewhere you need to be." I even gave her a reassuring smile.

"O-oh. Thank you! Thank you so much!!" She all but sprinted out of the room. Good thing her number was on the resume, I forgot to ask. After she left I grabbed my phone to- ah sweet full lives on Candy Crush- make a call. But not before Sparkle burst open my door.

"Thank you again!!"

"Goodbye Sparkle."

"K!"

Finally. I went to my contacts, went to "F" and clicked on "FF".
...

...

...

...

"Flim speaking."

"You see that girl that just walked out of here?"

"How could we? Do you think we just sit idly outside, waiting for you to summon us?"

"Honestly, yeah."

"... Damn."

"Follow her. I got all the info I need from our talk, so find where she lives, and snap me a picture of the location."

"Why would-"

"I wanna test a theory I got. Now get going." *CLICK*

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The next morning at 8:30 sharp, I gave Miss Sparkle a call, letting her know that I found her a position somewhere, and to meet me at my office at 10:30 a.m. I also gave Flim and Flam a call, to be waiting outside my office door by at least, 10:35 a.m. To say I was nervous would be an understatement, I finally found a "Main Attraction", for The Griffon! This girl has it all, good body, probably is pleasant with people most of the time, and as a plus she's got the sexy-business thing going on.

I could put her in one of those way-too-short; form fitting teacher outfits, give her a giant ruler to hold, as long as she keeps a pleasant attitude, all should go over well. "Pleasant attitude", I'm going to make her work in a brothel, she's going to be moody for quite sometime.

At 10:29, I was just waiting for any second at this point for her to show up, given what I learned about her yesterday, I wondered how punctual she'd actually-

*Knock Knock" 10:30 on the dot... Good lord.

"It's about as locked as it was yesterday." No peeking of the head out of the crack of the door this time, now she practically jumped in the freakin' room. Different clothes today too, not nearly as formal, some generic purple t-shirt, nice blue jeans, and what I think, were black and purple Pumas. All topped off with an un-zipped sweatshirt, I think it was for a singer or something, I'm only assuming, cause I have no idea who Devin Townsend is...

"Well well well! You're in a better mood than yesterday Sparky." She plopped down in the chair, like the other day.

"Oh I am Gilda! I can't tell you how much I appreciate this- Sparky?"

"Yeah, nickname I decided to give you. Don't like it?" Didn't care if she did or not honestly.

"No, no it's fine. I don't mean to sound rude, but, about the job?"

"Oh yeah, you wanted one of those right?" I teased. She took it in stride and rolled her eyes jokingly.

"Yes Gilda."

"Heh, alright, no more screwing around. I just need to know a few things, before I take you to meet your -possible- future employer."

"Ask away." From my pocket I pulled a folded up, now unfolded, piece of paper with my pre-planned questions

"All righty then. First question. Are you prepared to do whatever your employer asks of you?"

"Yes." Determined look, not a second to pause, and no questioning my intentionally poorly worded question. Good.

"The business you are applying for, will require you to spend time away from home for an extended period of time. Will your brother, who is eighteen if I remember right, be safe by himself, wherever your current residence is?" Eyes went downcast, she had to think for a second.

"I want to say no... but he is eighteen now, yes. He'll be able to take care of himself, depending how long I have to be away, I'll leave him what little money I can, he's had very little luck finding work. Will my boss let me, at least, call Spike once in a while? Even if all we did was bicker on the phone the whole time, as long as I know he's ok, that's enough." Hm... I'll have to work some way around that, but should be ok.

"I'll have to check, but should be no problem." She brightened up a little, and put on a small smile.

"Thanks."

"Next question. What is your opinion on gayness." She quirked an eybrow.

"Gay-ness?... Like, what do I think of gay people?"

"Precisely. Just so they know, in case there is a gay worker or two there, they want to make sure it'll be a productive environment, despite personal beliefs." Also, cause I may need you to "expand you horizons", in the future. She put a finger to her chin in thought, then replied accordingly.

"I support them. Not like, go to a rally, or protest for them, but if I was asked if I want to let them get married, or raise kids, I'd say yeah, even if I didn't however, I would still act professional ."

"That's cool. Just cause I'm curious, don't feel you have to answer, but what's you orientation?" She looked a little weirded out.

"An awfully personal question isn't it?"

"Hey, like I said, you don't have to answer." She thought for a bit again.

"Honestly, I don't really know. I've never... experimented or anything like that, but my first boyfriend was- well a boyfriend. I've always been so focused on my future and Spike, I never had time to think about anything like that." No wonder why she was so tense...

"Well hey, you know, you're still young. There's time for that."

"I suppose..."

Ok, now... the big one, and please God, let this work. "Ok, next question... are you a virgin?"

"I- WHAT!?" Shit!

"Hey, I didn't write these questions! He or she wants to know if you've ever-"

"Why would they need to know that!?"... That's a legitimate question. Note to self, must revise. Or have better excuses planned.

"They just want to know if you are one is all." Oh that sucked, and she was getting more and more pissed. Crossing her arms, she probed again.

"I fail to see how whether or not I've made love, has to do with applying for a damn job!"

'Made love??' Great, either she is a virgin, or she looks at sex as something special. Either way, no good.

"I understand the question on homosexuality, but this is just way too personal!"

"Look, if you are, or aren't, it doesn't affect whether or not you get the job. See-" I was grasping at microscopic straws with this, "they asked this because, they view it as a sign of trust." She cocked a brow at that, still looking cross.

"It is and intimate question, true enough, but so was your opinion on homosexuality, they ask these because they believe that if you can trust them with such private details, they in turn will trust you, with their most, uh... important... stuff." Lost it a bit near the end, but I think I sold it.

"... Trust?" Oooh!

"Yep. To some, its almost, if not just, as valuable as any material possession, or it's as sought after as money. To be able to really, truly, trust someone. It's not something given out easy. This question, though admittedly could sound dubious," was that the right word? "is their way of saying... 'trust us'" Please, please, plea-

"Wow... I have never thought of it like... that. I don't really feel comfortable with answering but, if they want proof that I'll commit. Then no. No, I am not a virgin." Hell yeah! This chick is mine!

"Thank you Twilight, I'm sure that was a little hard for you to answer."

"Is that the last one?"

"Yes it is actually. All that's left-" Reaching into one of my drawers, I took out a contract I had written up in advance, in case I found a perfect candidate, "is to sign on the dotted line." Pulling out her glasses again, still looked cute, she took the contract and read it over. I took this moment to speak. "All this contract says is that, the employer will give you your check at the end of every pay period, like normal work, and while they aren't responsible for any accidents that may or can befall you, they will compensate for your injuries. Also that whatever they want you to do, is one-hundred percent legal."

Which it is.

"What do you think Sparky? Will you take the job?"

"... ... This thing has a lot of grammar errors, who wrote this?" Oh you little-

"Oh, uh, a um, friend of mine. Is it that bad?"

"Honestly I'd have rather you just told me then handed me the contract. Would have explained a lot more."

Well, we wouldn't have been good pals anyway.

"I'll have to give them shit for it..." Grammar nazi...

Before I could sulk anymore she handed me back the contract. All signed and ready to go.

"Perfect Sparkle, perfect. Let's go meet your employer, yeah?" She stood up then exclaimed:

"Alright! Let's go!" She headed for the door, grabbed the knob and was about to open it, when she noticed I wasn't following her, she turned around in confusion.

"Uh Gilda? You coming? I want to go meet my new boss!" Now the fun part, I was waiting for this all day.

"You already have." Now bewilderment.

"Huh?"

"It's me. Imma hire you Sparky." Now shock.

"O-oh my- you're my boss now!?" I was gonna say duh, but now she was at my desk, hands slammed on the top. "Why didn't you tell me!?"

"Cause."

"My goodness, this is great!" Wait what? "Given how you handled yourself, y-you must be real veteran when it comes to running a business. I could learn so much from you!" Wait what? I was not about to take her on as a protege.

"Uh, Twilight?"

"This is too perfect, I'll be able to put Spike through college in a few years, and be able to learn from my new fross!"

"Look, Sparkle, this ain't- 'fross'?"

"It's friend plus boss!" FRIEND? Ha ha ha... I don't think so Sparkle.

"You want your job or not!?" That quieted her down a little. She readjusted her sweatshirt, and sat back down, clearing her throat.

"Yes, of course." The fuck, is she bi-polar??

"Now. The place I'm going to have you work, is everything I asked, you'll have to be away from home, I will let you make calls to Spike however, so don't worry about that."

"Ok. So where, and when, do I start?"

"The name of my business..." I smirked. "Is called 'Griffon's Cathouse'." Her pupils got sooo incredibly small.

"C-cathouse?" Ooo the quiver that was in the voice... "Like. Cleaning bathrooms or something right?"

"Oh-ho-ho no Sparky, I mean, I want you to be a playmate." She was visibly shaking now, I think she was starting to figure me out. To late now though, smarty pants.

"You want me to be a prostitute!?" She stood as she accused.

"It is not 'prostitution'! That shit's illegal. Owning a brothel... is not."

"Why me though!?" She was backing down, towards the door. Hopefully Flim and Flam were in position. I decided to be creepy for once, so I stood up, a little to slow for comfort as I talked.

"Cause you're perfect for it Sparky. Your looks? Pretty as all hell. You've got a certain sex appeal that is very rare. You look good without even trying. I don't know of a single woman who could pull off professional-hot as good as you do. Plus, you're smart; book smart. Men love women like you." I was now stalking, yeah, stalking towards her.

"At The Griffon, your character will be that one fantasy, I know for a fact, everyone has. The smart, but hot, snarky but willing, a simultaneously uptight, and loose, person. You'll be every school boy's, or business man's dream come true." I cornered her at the wall, and put my left arm right next to her head to block her exit. She was looking down at the floor now; terrified at this point.

"You'll get paid enough for yourself, and Spike, make no mistake. More importantly though, you'll help make me rich." I took my right arm, and used my index finger to lift her chin up to look me in the eyes. "And maybe... depending how you behave... I'll give your skills a 'personal' evaluation."

Her eyes widened in fear, and in one quick motion, she elbowed me in the gut, fuck that hurt!, hard enough to where I instinctively grasped at my stomach as I lost my breath, and opened the door. Last time she'll catch me off guard. Luckily for me, Flim and Flam came through, and just as she opened the door, they came into view. Not wasting a second, they shoved her back in the room, hitting the floor.

"Well what have we here, O, brother of mine?" Goddammit Flam...

"Looks to me, a brothel draft dodger. Nice choice Gilda, she'll do just fine."

"Wh-what the hell is going on!? Who are you two!?" She, in a panic, backed herself into my desk.

"I am known as Flam."

"I am his brother Flim. Pleasure to meet you madam." Her eyes widened at their intro. Honestly, it wasn't my favorite of theirs either.

"F-Flim and Flam! The gangsters!"

"Now dear, the term is rather barbaric I think. Flam and I, just prefer to be called good old outlaws. Has a more of an, honorable feel to it does it not?"

"Hardly! Your murderers, the worst scum their is!" She was tough, no doubt. Wrong time to grow a set though, as Flim so menacingly put it.

"Now now, you'd do best to refrain from getting bothered and hot. Your life is already dangerously close to ending."

"Years from now, how will young Spike feel, if you can't attend his wedding?" She let out a gasp.

"Or rather Flam, maybe she can make it to that metaphorical wedding. He however, cannot."

"No! How could you had..." She looked at me. "YOU!" Well, she officially hated me.

"Now Sparky... I told you to call me Gilda." I let out one last laugh and smirk.

"Go to hell!!! I trusted you!"

"Well rule one in life kid, never trust strangers. Thought you'd known that, ha ha. Flim, Flam, we've wasted enough time, give her some chloroform, and bring her to the Griffon." I turned around, and walked out the door, the last sounds I heard were her loud, then quiet screams. I let out a low chuckle, all the way down the hall.

The car ride proved uneventful, only thing that really happened was me asking Flam a question. Seriously, that's it.

"So. Where is she currently residing at?"

"Currently little Spark here, is living in the house of the widowed Cadenza-Sparkle. After the tragic end of Armor Sparkle, she has left the house very little. We have reason to believe, due to a combination of depression, and of course the shock of finding her beloved's body, she is now bedridden."

"Heavy. So be honest, did you two kill him?" They had to have.

"Sadly to say, we did not." WHAT!? "The circumstances to his demise, unlink us to the scene. We, would have never let anyone find the body. His body was found one night in his room, whiskey by his bed, gun on hand, blood everywhere, and a bullet through the head." So... suicide?

"You guys gave him that much trouble?"

"Of course not. He was a formidable foe, and we respected him. Caught plenty of our men, but always just missed us. He was tenacious, and determined. He was not, however a substantial enough threat to warrant systematically driving him insane."

Interesting...

Speaking of interesting, so was her call to Spike. I let her use the phone on my bitchin' podium up front, to call him.

"Spike? H-hey little brother, it's Twilight- well I guess you assumed that, u-um, good news! I uh... I got a job... ... it's uh, in town. N-no I won't be home for dinner... for a while. This job I got... it..." She started to choke up again.

"I-I-I'll have to be away for a while, it's... it's a long distance, type of job... ... I um... I can't tell you... because, it- I... um... look, what it is doesn't matter, what does, is that I'll be away for a while, so it's up to you, to take care of Amore. Don't worry, I'll drop by in a day o-or two to drop off some money... ... I know... I'll be fine brother, don't worry about me, worry about yourself, and Amore... Lord knows I will..." She stopped talking for almost a solid minute, I'd started to wonder if he hung up or something. I noticed a small smile form on her face, as she finished the call up. I didn't rush her. Figured I owed her that much.

"I'm sorry too Spike, I should have... well, we'll talk all about it when I get back, some day... not soon, but not that far off either,I hope... and then... maybe we can, I don't know... try and get to know each other, as siblings this time... I would too. Take care of her Spike, be safe... hm. Yeah, I know you will... I love you... ..." A single tear went down her cheek. "I know... I'm glad you do too. I... I-I have to go now Spike, take care... ok... bye." Finally.

"So, what'd lil bro have to say?." If looks could kill right then... "K. Nevermind. Well since, for all intensive purposes, this is your home now-"

"This place will never be my home."

"Just follow me, might as well get acquainted with the place anyway."

I gave Sparkle a short tour, and I showed her to her room. Since she would be living here, I told her that at some point, under my supervision, I would take her browsing to customize it. When we did that weeks later, she was obviously still quite pissed with me, but once she found out she was spending MY money, she started buying a few room items, but mostly a shit load of books. She bought herself this really comfy looking purple, because of course purple, queen size bed... took a little out of her paycheck for that little item.

Her first few days, fucking sucked. She was irritable, nervous, and downright not pleasant company. I hadn't advertised her as a main attraction yet, I was going to let her get her bearings for a while. Good thing too, most of her customers said she was a good screw, but not much fun. I called her out on it, off-hours, gave her some reviews customers left, a few were ok, but a lot of them were... almost scolding. A random person, criticizing a playmate, just sounded too funny to me. She gave me another glare of death, and stormed off to her room.

I tried talking with her about it, but that went about as well as you'd expect.

"What's the deal Sparkle? I realize these aren't exactly 'ideal' sex having conditions you're in, but remember what's at stake here."

"Look, Gilda, I don't know how many times you've made love in the past-" Sorry, but I couldn't take that anymore.

"SEX! It's called 'sex'! 'making love', is when actual 'love' is involved."

"It's the politically correct term!"

"It's fucking wimpy!" She rolled her eyes, beyond annoyed at this point, and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Regardless, nevermind the fact that I'm almost quite literally at gunpoint, being forced to sell my body for you, but I also have not made- I mean," she used air quotes for this one, " 'had sex' in quite a long time. I was seventeen when my virginity was taken.

Nice. "And?..."

"Not counting the last few days, I hadn't had sex since then!"

"Oh... well how old are you now?" Gotta remember to ask that in the interview next time.

"I'm twenty-three." She deadpanned, like I was supposed to know!

"And you only had sex once!? How do you live!? That's like... uh... six- no, five years ago!" She smirked at that.

"Imagine how I feel! To experience such a, such a foreign feeling, especially one I haven't in half a decade, is just... it's unsettling, alien even!"

"... Ok... I see where you're coming from... and I'm not exactly happy about this... but I really only see one option to this."

"And what exactly, have you thought up now?"

I didn't just think it, I did what anyone would had done in my position. For her first few weeks, I forced her to smoke weed.

No, seriously. She didn't like it at all, but after a few hours of blazing; getting through the "first-timers cough", her initial doubts, all that annoying crap, she started to relax. I think I gave her a little to big a dose, cause after a while later in the day, she started to call me Roxanne... It was some grade A shit too, I got it from Flam, it really helped calm her down too, I took this opportunity to try and help her "loosen up". Not sex you idiot, I gave her a pep talk.

I walked her through the tricks of the trade; little things like, conversation, what kind of eye-contact to make, how to talk, walk, act. I made it a point to repeat this process with every new "Main Attraction", especially if they were going to be this much trouble.

Day thirteen, and I was able to keep track because at the end of every shift, she calls that fake brother of hers. I decided that she was good to go off the weed, and told her the next day, she was on her own. Ironically it was Christmas Eve, it was the first night that I can say she did everything perfect.

She walked it right, flirted just enough, given the fact that she was smart, I figured she'd learn fast, but damn! She pretty much mastered the looks, how to give subtle signals, everything! Tomorrow, as Christmas as a gift to myself, I debuted her as The Griffon's first "Main Attraction" package, with more coming soon.

There was just one problem, but I let her slide on it.

I think my lying to her, fucked her up, cause see, whenever we have no customers, or its off-hours, the girls are allowed to hangout in their rooms, or the lounge area. When customers are here, they're either going to the bar, or lounge area as well, I normally have girls serve them, and shoot the shit.

Twilight, doesn't do that. Actually when she's on the clock, unless it's a customer or me, she doesn't talk to anyone, just sits in a corner and reads, with some tea I let her buy, with her. Whenever another girl comes up to her, she either ignores them, moves to another spot, or just minimally responds.

Well considering the money she would end up making me,like I said, I let it slide. Sure worked good in getting my customers interested in her, that's for sure. The way Twilight's, "special upgrade" works is that, she's a different experience than the other girls; a packaged deal. If you purchase it, she comes with free room service, any type of custom party the consumer desires, and a free night to spend. Let's say I charged two-hundred dollars for a regular girl right? I don't, it's a lot more than that, but just bare with me, Twilight's package, costs about five hundred dollars. Metaphorically anyway.

She joined in November. It wouldn't be until January, that I decided to increase my main attraction stock, and find another girl. It wouldn't be until February, that I met the next candidate.

That's where the prissy, but unfairly hot one, comes in.