Chapter 22

Nicholas moved through the crowded main deck of the Caesar the next morning, trying his best not to look like a fish out of water. He wore a black shirt with a holographic picture of an anthropomorphic fox woman viewed from behind. Her tail was raised above her plump ass as she looked over her shoulder with a seductive expression. He hoped it would help him blend in with the con.

A pack of wolf furries posed for photos near a vendor stall selling limited-edition enamel pins shaped like an octagon with a stylized paw in the center. He could also see a very attractive naked woman with a dog collar talking to another woman while a huge Great Dane sniffed her butt as she continued the conversation. She calmly bent over like it was nothing, making it easier for the dog. Memorabilia tables stretched under canvas awnings, stacked with body pillows, comics, and custom tail butt plugs. The air carried the feel of an orgy mixed with a sci-fi convention.

He kept walking, hands in his pockets, thoughts running over the meeting.

The meeting with Kenzo had been pure business. The hedonistic billionaire sat behind that large desk in his charcoal suit, voice steady, questions probing. Ray sat in a comfortable-looking chair off to the side, tablet in hand, taking notes. Professional. Composed. Nothing like the young lady who had pressed his hand between her legs in the elevator only minutes earlier. That contrast he found fascinating.