Artist arrived at the 31-story high skyscrapper. He double glanced at the business card because there was a sign outside that read 'The Pawn Shop', but right beneath it read in fine print, 'The Dingleberry Estate'. Artist's fear of English food made him weary to enter but he was a man of his word and would absolutely do his cat commission. 

Upon arrival into the main lobby it seemed normal. A singular sign in sheet placed at the window of a booth. Behind it stood a 5'3 blue haired asian MILF. Was this accommodation made specifically for him, or did The Pawn Shop simply know how to greet a gentleman. Artist would presume the latter. Before Artist had a chance to sign in and shoot his shot at the receptionist, he was greeted by a familiar face.

"Ah! There he is. The star of the show, the world's artist." Soseki emerged from the dark shadows of the hall. "Follow me if you will."

Soseki made Artist follow him down a hall that lead to an elevator. It was unlike any elevator he'd seen before because it required fingerprint verification to close, open, or finish selecting which floor you'd like to attend. Seeing Artist enamored at the state of the art machine Soseki spoke, "every floor belongs to a member of The Pawn Shop. Each floor is about the size of a gulf course. In order to enter a floor it requires you place your thumb on the navigator, verifying that you have access to the required floor. Of course, upper structure has access to every floor."

As the elevator moved throughout the floors, Artist could see glimpses of each floor to which all were different. All bore it's own personal touches. When the elevator landed on the 30th floor, and the doors opened, a long ass carpet was rolled out until God knows where. There were ladies dressed in lingerie, Coco Chanel, and some dressed with nothing but their birthday suits. Some had pink toes, white toes, sky blue toes, and to Artist's astonished mind, glow in the dark toys. It was like being a well groomed goat on a farm. "I call these ladies Soseki's Kittens. They will attend to your every need free of charge. Mr Snickums is in the master room to the left. Make yourself at home, but do be swift on the portrait."

After about six hours of the most precise painting, at last the world's artist was done. Was stood before Soseki and his Kittens was a MASTERPIECE. Nothing less than a chef's kiss that even Artist had to marvel at his work. I mean, it was a reason The Pope seeked his expertise in the Vatican in previous days. Soseki rolled over a suitcase towards Artist. "There's an uncountable amount of money in there. When in Vegas you'll have to get accustomed to weighing your money by the gram. I'm sure you're tired so I'll save you the speech and have one of our associates drop you home. Bebe, see to it that this man get's home. Safely!"

When Artist looked up he laid eyes on a sexy blonde hair girl with ocean blue eyes and pretty white toes before she spoke to him saying, "you ready punk? I ain't got all day"