Frowning in frustration, the leader decided to ring the bell one final time.
Only then did they finally hear the faint sound of heavy locks unlatching from the inside.
The front door slowly swung open, revealing a dark-faced man who eyed the group with deep suspicion.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" The dark-faced man demanded in a low, gravelly voice.
"Sir, we have brought you some prime goods to sell. Two young girls, probably virgins." The leader grinned broadly, sounding just like a smooth salesman hawking a high-end luxury product.
Which, in his twisted line of work, was precisely what he was doing. He was fully intent on turning a massive profit off the two young women.
