Pleasure for money - DNF

NINE

George woke up in an unfamiliar room. He had a satin cover over his body that had a pajamas on it that he'd never seen before. It had checkered black pants as bottoms and a checkered shirt with buttons as a top. It was oddly comfortable considering that George hated pajama tops that had buttons.

The room he was in had the dark grey double bed he was crawled up in and two dark wooden bedside tables on each side of it. If he looked straight ahead a door could be seen, it looked as if it was in stone and rock solid. It also had a black handle and the walls were black except for the wall behind the bed that was a grey brick wall. On the floor in front of the bed was a large fur mat, the color of the fur was kind of beige ish. The floor was dark oak and there was multiple expensive paintings on the walls. Although there wasn't a single window to be seen but there was another door that was made out of glass.

Curiously the brunet stood up from the bed to get a look inside of the other room connected to this bedroom. When he walked to the side of the bed he saw through the glass, there was a huge triangular bathtub in the corner of the room. Then in the bathroom from what he could see was a toilet. Both the bathtub and toilet were white with golden details. On the walls there were tiles that had two different colors in its pattern - beige and black. It was a kind of marble vibe on the square tiles. The background on them were black with beige details. On one the walls only twelve tiles fit from how big they were.

The stripper walked up to the door and went inside the bathroom, to his left he saw now a long beautiful marble slab connected to the sink. Although the counter beside the sink connected to the marble made so there was a lot of space for other things. Such as toothbrushes, soaps, perfumes and small expensive sculptures.

George walked up to the sink to get a look in the mirror. The floor under his feet was stone cold and it didn't surprise him considering the floor was a french stone floor type of thing. He got a good look at himself in the mirror and the wound on his cheek had been fixed up neatly. Although the brunet didn't acknowledge that much at all when he saw his insane bedhead. Those satin pillows had been really cozy hadn't they.

The thought of where he was located at the moment had to strike his brain sometime and when it finally did he felt his heart race a bit. He looked at his surroundings wondering where the gang leader who he assumed put him in here was. George thought to himself that it was stupid of him to look in the bathroom for the gangster and that he was thankful no one was there to witness his big brain moment.

The British man walked out hesitantly from the bathroom and bedroom out into a long hallway. There was no doubt now that he was inside a mansion. Who knew that the gang leader was this rich?

He started making his way down the hall where he could see a pair of stairs. There was no doubt that Dream liked the dark type of decor considering how the hallways looked. The walls were dark and the floor was too. There was a black carpet laid out onto the entire hallway and tables stood against the walls with shiny decors on them. George had no idea how expensive the art works on the walls were but he had a clue.

The brunet didn't feel like snooping, that's why he didn't open any of the doors in the hallway and just went downstairs. He walked in another hallway before taking a right into an open space. It was a kitchen and a little bit further ahead was a dining room where people were sitting and eating. Most of them George recognized from the club. The conversation they were having stopped and a thick silence was put over the air in the room as soon as they noticed the stripper standing there staring at them. They're gazes made George feel threatened, he couldn't tell if they were waiting for him to talk or waiting for orders to kill him. Although, Dream was nowhere to be seen.

"He's not here." The raven headed man said while taking a bite of his toast and not even looking George's way.

"Who?" The stripper asked slightly confused.