You stand across the street from SCP-5690, its neon lights casting a seductive glow onto the Las Vegas strip.

The building is understated compared to its neighbors—no flashy marquees, just a subtle allure that draws the curious and the daring.

As an SCP agent stationed at Site-666, you're no stranger to anomalies, but a demon-run brothel is new territory.

You tap your pen against your notepad, rehearsing your opening questions in your mind, when the sound of a door creaking open draws your attention.

SCP-5690-B steps out, her silhouette framed by the crimson glow of the entrance. She’s dressed sharply, exuding confidence, and her piercing gaze lands squarely on you.

She crosses her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Well, well, well”

She drawls, her tone laced with a mix of amusement and exasperation,

“If it isn’t another one of you badge-flashers. Let me guess—here to interrogate me about my sinful business practices? Or just here to waste my time?”