I like it, Kray. Keep working on these - some great ideas coming in.
Much appreciated!
Well, I had another brain-fart and this is what came of it. Hope you like it.
A well-known guard asks to inspect your premises. Knowing that your "less than legal" activities take place in a well-hidden area that unless one knows
exactly what to look for there's no chance they'll find the entrance, you allow the guard to search thinking that it will only take an hour or so. After four hours of disrupting the activities of the brothel, the guard leaves and gives you the impression all is well. An hour later, a troop of guards rush into your brothel and hold you at sword-point, charging you with possession of an illegal mind-control substance, Zubadai.
You've never used Zubadai because you know that long-term use of Zubadai leads to random outbursts of violence. You chuckle to yourself as one of your father's anecdotes about one of his girls (she'd been bought from a Zubadai dealer) tearing off a customer's penis and beating him to death with a table leg.
Thankfully, your old man was good enough to teach you how to get out of such situations without putting yourself in harm's way. When the guards go to bind your arms, you crack open a small ball full of a potent knock-out gas. Because you hold your breath and the gas is odorless, the guards quickly pass out. You practically cackle at the crooked guards' attempt to frame you. Your goons haul the guards to the dungeon for interrogation...
I figured I would give you guys the premise of my next one, see what you think of it. Writing out the choices at the next chance I get.