What people kill for

Cassian still wore a regretful expression, but the thought of cashing in his reward—soon to fill his pockets with riches—quickly lifted his spirits. After all, he'd have plenty more chances to feel Sher's breasts and explore other parts of her body if he played his cards right.

With that comforting thought, he asked, "So, where are we eating tonight?"

They continued deeper into the building, surprisingly heading underground. The halls grew shadier, lined with barred windows and metal doors that resembled jail cells. Oddly, Cassian couldn't sense any of them being occupied. The security presence here was much heavier than outside, with guards stationed every few meters. Their path eventually led to a narrow staircase spiraling downward.