The perfect candidate

"We've located his relation, at sector B, owns a club, same line of business," a short man said while touching his beard, his eyes brimming with excitement at the reward for completing this task. He wasn't the only one the Boss had asked to do this job. There were lots of rivals all striving to win the Boss' favor and also this reward.

Facing the short man was a muscular dude with purple hair, his eyes had a circular ring that glowed strange orange light and a tattoo covered the right side of his face, running down to his neck, each inhale made his protruding chest tighten against his white short-sleeved top.

Jeff stared at the short man who couldn't even reach his chest and grunted, "Wait here"

Walking through the narrow corridor, Jeff approached the door at the other end. When he got close, moans and grunts slithered into his ears, causing him to halt. They were at it again.