Darius Maglione became a frequent visitor if the motor city.He began to know a few,of the dons in the area. One af. ternoon he came across what appeared to be a motel that went "belly up" as they say and had an idea. Thus began a two week period of lawyers digging documents,inspections being done renovations to be completed and "staff" to be hired.

The Peppermint House

  All women are legal age youngest is 21 oldest 70. Guards outside door during sessions. payment made up front to Candy the house manager. we reserve the right to refuse certain patrons or requests.

Flo: This Elderly but very sweet is more than accommodating.  Whether its to talk, escort you to an event or something more intimate within reason she will leave you happy.

Honey This blonde beauty is a grade A masseuse. She will make sure you are completely relaxed and muscle kink free (full service extra

Jenny A former librarian. She can be the perfect intellectual companion. Her room is lined with  shelves of books and will discuss many non intimate subjects and will even play a card game if you fancy it.

Vixen This spicy bombshell likes things a bit more "interesting" a bit of roughness gets her motor going and is willing to relieve this treatment as well. sex is optional and guard will be in room fir security and safety.

Ginger; This young redheaded panther has an unending appetite in the bedroom. she is open to wild experiences including multiple partners and will bring other ladies of the house to join in if so desired.

Darius is excited to make people happy and making money as he strolls out to start gathering clients 

My first visit to the Peppermint House was a great  experience....I walk in and  sweet cute asian  girl smiled at me and then winked ...that wink  really got my attention...The host said her name was Kadei which meant  soft happy wet kisses...well I was sold she was going to be my afternoon delight today...she took me back to a nice seductive room...we did the negotiations quickly...400 for the room 400 to the madame and 4000 to my the asian for what I was hoping to be a hell of a slam yet wonderful sex straved session ...and I really needed it...it had been a bout 2 weeks since my last bang...well she was great...she took her sweet time bringing me to the brink multiple times before  letting me explode and i mean explode in her tight  little snatch...I would recommend her highly...I know I will be going back very soon...

Domenico rarely visited the same place twice in one week—unless it was business. But The Peppermint House wasn’t just any place. And after his night with Honey, he found himself drawn back, though not for her. Rumor had it there was another woman there—one who traded in knowledge, not just touch.

The guards nodded again as he entered, but this time, he didn’t linger in the lounge. Instead, he followed the dimly lit hallway to the last door on the right. A small brass plaque read: "Jenny – Conversations & Curiosities."

He knocked.

A voice, smooth but deliberate, answered. "Come in."

Inside, the room smelled of old books and lavender. A woman sat in an armchair, legs crossed, a leather-bound volume resting in her lap. Her dark hair was pinned up, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She looked up, and her lips curved into a smile that was neither eager nor coy—just knowing.

"Domenico," she said, as if she’d been expecting him. "I’ve heard about you."

He smirked, taking the seat across from her. "All good things, I hope."

"Depends on who’s talking." She closed her book, setting it aside. "Why are you here? The Peppermint House has softer distractions."

"I’ve had soft," he said, leaning forward. "Tonight, I want sharp."

Jenny studied him for a moment, then reached for a decanter of amber liquid. She poured two glasses, handing him one. "Then let’s talk."

And they did. About politics. About philosophy. About the dirty underbelly of their city, the deals made in shadows. She spoke in riddles and revelations, her mind as intoxicating as the whiskey. Domenico hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this—the thrill of a mind that could match his own.

Hours slipped away. When the clock struck three, he reached into his coat and laid a thick envelope on the table. "For your time."

Jenny didn’t even glance at it. "Pleasure doing business, Mr. Domenico."

As he stepped back into the night, he exhaled, the taste of smoke and intellect still on his tongue. Honey had been a luxury. Jenny? She was an investment.

And he had a feeling he’d be seeing her again.

[Scene: The Peppermint House – Late Evening]

The Peppermint House didn’t advertise. Didn’t need to. Word travelled in whispers and sideways nods. The sign outside still flickered like a half-lit cigarette, but the interior glowed warm and red, humming low with jazz and perfume.

Vinny stepped through the door, knocking snow off his boots and scanning the lobby with a glance that landed like a dropped wrench. His jacket was zipped to the chest, the collar turned up slightly, eyes hidden behind tired lines and the faint scent of brick dust and motor oil.

Candy clocked him right away, older guy, built like rebar and not here for the usual.

Candy (business like): “First time at the House?”

Vinny offered a nod and pulled off one glove. His hands were rough, the kind that could strangle a man or patch drywall without flinching.

Vinny: “Maybe I’m just here to see the renovations. Word was this place used to leak in three directions. Looks good now.”

Candy narrowed her eyes just slightly. Not suspicious, but clocking the angle.

Candy: “Darius hired the right folks. Plumbing, insulation, tile. All solid.”

Vinny turned toward the hallway, catching the faint sounds of laughter, heels on carpet, and soft voices behind thick doors.

Vinny: “Seems like the structure’s holdin’. Good to see someone running a house with rules. Safety. Discretion. Respect.”

He slid a few folded bills onto the desk, not for services, just appreciation.

Vinny (nodding once): “Make sure Flo gets something sweet on my behalf. Tell her it’s from a man who respects a woman that’s been through a few winters and still keeps the hearth lit.”

Candy raised an eyebrow.

Candy:
“No appointment?”

Vinny: “Not tonight. Just wanted to see the bricks. The man who laid ’em must be thinkin’ long-term.”

He turned to leave, glancing once at a guard standing near the hallway entrance. A mutual nod passed between them.

Vinny (over his shoulder): “Tell Darius... he built somethin’ with bones here. That’s rare.”

He stepped out into the night, disappearing like smoke through the gaps in the Motor City, leaving behind the faint scent of cologne, concrete, and old ghosts.