Sir Abizon, was taking his night walk throughout his childhood neighborhood's back streets one fine evening, seeing everything he grew up with. He grew up a poor child of a family of 3, never was there enough to eat in his home, so his parents both took part in the local whore trade. His mother a whore and father a pimp. He had been around whores, junkies, pimps, thugs and every other piece of filth the city could offer, his entire life. Always he would swear he would make it out of this shitty little block in the city even if it killed him. He did just that when he founded a small business that was to do one thing. Help others get out as well. You pay a small interest fee and Sir Abizon will relocate you to a new area with a new job waiting. The business was very popular in fact he even moved his own family out, Free of charge of course. Sadly like every story of a kind heart, this one has a sinister twist to it. He moved out as many people as he could but only to see it left more room for the pimps, the junkies, and the gang members to move right on in. They took complete control of his neighborhood. He had almost given up on the block until he saw a run down building. He knew this used to be a local drug den for many of the junkies but it had a new sign. "Miss Lux's Slave market. Accepting all!"
Sparking his Interest, he entered the the building, unsure what to expect, beside the usual as this places are usually glorified auction houses. This one was different. This one had rooms, meant for girls who needed a place where they wouldn't need to worry about getting raped, or drugged. A hall what seemed to be meant for teaching the art of Domination and Submission. A dining hall. He kept exploring his interest getting the better of him, he walked down to the basement where the former junkies use to cook and use their wares to see it had been turned into a storage room. He walked back upstairs to see a staircase leading to what looked like an office, it was empty but had a little sign on the wall next to the door, it simply read. Human Resources, He laughed a little to himself. Thinking, a whore house has a human resource department. Opening the door he found a messy office, a desk and a single lamp that was burned out. He sat down in the dusty chair and looked out towards the door. He thought I am sure Miss Lux could use a human resource manager. He sat back up and decided if he couldn't help the neighborhood by extracting people from it, perhaps he could help by running a small little slice of heaven in the pits of hell.