The time was around 7 pm when taxi cabs drove up the street to a large, gated house located on the middle of the block in a nicer neighborhood in Manhattan. Women from all walks of life, yet young in their adult age would exit them, and move towards the open gates, or walk up from down the block from each direction towards the address 1169. Lanterns lined the walk way leading up the path to the fully lit three stories house itself. The wrap around porch already held the graceful bodies of ladies mingling, and wondering just what this party was all about.

Each woman had received an invitation either while they had been on duty on the streets, or while back behind stage. Discreet exchanges and the cards had been given either by her body guards, or through her CA and his associates. Several weeks is the time it had taken to prepare this special evening of events. Some of the women knew each other, and came together in small groups while others arrived looking down at the cards to ensure they had the address correct. At the front gates, a sign had been hung with the words, "Lust Palace."

Entering the front doors opened up into a grand entryway where one side lead into a large parlor, and the other into a formal dining area. Straight was the master stairwell leading to the second and third floors. The women had been greeted by caterers with drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Music was playing, and they all were buzzing about when the night would commence. After all, the theme had been mafiosi, and they had all dressed their part. All in all, there were about forty women invited.

Suddenly, the music comes to a screeching halt, and from above sounds like a gun shot! Then, a door slams and feet start clambering down the stairs so fast. Some of the women look rather nervous, and glance around at the others to see what they might do while a few clutch their blouses towards their necks, and hold their glasses closer to themselves. A few brave ones start glancing up the stair case where Jezebel is hurrying herself down them as fast as her legs could carry her.

She was wearing a rather risque corset outfit with leggings that strapped to the bottom. A robe was worn across her shoulders, and flew behind her as heels sound loudly carrying her down to about mid way towards the first floor. It was then she looks up, and stops as if discovering all these women for the first time. Jez gasps with wide eyes, and takes this moment to catch her breath as they all get a good look at her. Two men in suits follow her down calm as can be, and a few women even point up at her. It was then that Jezebel smiles broadly, and in a welcoming gesture bows before them. There was silence before the clapping begins. She waits until it dies down.

"Good evening ladies, and welcome to what could very well be your new home." Jez asks them as one of her bodyguards hands her a long robe for her to ease her arms into, which she pulls around herself, and straps the belt closed neatly. She looks at each of their faces in turn.

"You may all be wondering why I have brought you here this night. Why I pulled you away from your nights of earning meager money in your shit jobs... either on the streets, or on a stage where you could be busted by a copper, or some john who beats you for no reason he wants to come up with?"
  Jezebel smiles as she looks at the women ensuring they make eye contact with her. She was one of the most beautiful of them, and she knew it.

"Now, the risk is just as great if not greater. The excitement is high, the pay is higher. There are going to be fun times, and there will be violence. If this is not something for you I tell you... GO! Walk straight out the door you came in to this very same night. However... remember it was I who brought you here. I know where you work. I know who you work for, and you bet your pretty asses I know where you live."
  Jez beings to take one step at a time down until she is among them and moves through them as they gather closer to hear her speak.

"I brought you here to this place to offer you safety. Comfort. Friendship. But most importantly... a way to make money the best way you know how. I've chosen each and every one of you carefully. Watched you over the past weeks, and saw not only opportunity but potential in you. So what is the job you ask?"
  Jez moves to the middle and takes the stem of a champagne glass and holds it out in front of her.

"Why entertain the mafia?.... They are the ones that hold the real money in this town."