At the Harem

The neon sign for "Harem" cast a lurid red glow over the sidewalk as Ed and I approached the club's entrance. My nose wrinkled at the cloying scent of perfume and sweat wafting from inside.

"Remember why we're here," I muttered to Ed. "Stay focused."

He nodded grimly as we pushed through the heavy black doors. The pulsing bass hit me like a physical force, vibrating in my chest. Strobe lights flashed, momentarily blinding me before my enhanced vision adjusted.

And then they descended.

A swarm of scantily-clad women converged on us, all fake smiles and roaming hands. One bold brunette pressed herself against my chest while another ran her fingers through my hair.

"Hey there, handsome," the brunette purred. "Looking for some company tonight?"

I gently but firmly detached her hands. "Not interested."

She pouted dramatically. "Aww, don't be like that, sugar. I can show you a real good time."