Eric Bush sat down on the corner of the sofa, leaned lazily on it, and put one of his arms on the back of the leather sofa. He looked at the man in the corner, lifted his glass with his free hand, and said, 'To Master Davis." When Nathan didn't reply, he lazily pointed to the ladies. 'You seem unsatisfied with the whores. Would you prefer something younger? Someone virginal, perhaps?"

When Nathan still didn't respond, Bush grabbed the closest prostitute and threw her at him. Nathan ...