Prominent Breasts, Boss's Milk

Prologue:
Whispers grew louder amongst those in certain social circles. Excitement was palpable. Chatter increased as business travel was returning to normal.
Apparently there was a new place for like-minded individuals to meet and express themselves. Somewhere they wouldn't be judged. Somewhere they could be themselves and try something new.
Business women admiring the bare breasts of hotel employees. Depending on the amount of money being paid, there was plenty of oral contact as well. Mouths on nipples. Tongues on labia. These were side gigs, but truth be told, any of the hotel employees would have done this for free. The money was a goodwill gesture.
In the mix of it all, a mafia enforcer named Claire was sent to the hotel to visit the owner, who was suspected of skimming cash after a thorough review of financial documents.
Claire's judgment was respected and her experience was vast. She had the coldness to kill. But she had the intelligence to make smart business decisions.
On the first morning of her visit, before dealing with the owner, she stopped by the cafe near the lobby. There were more hotel guests than she expected. As she drank her cappuccino, she noticed a few women looking her over.
"Are you... part of the entertainment?" a business woman asked with the utmost discretion, when no one else was listening.
For her part, Claire knew there was a sexual innuendo to the question. Was this the first time Claire had ever been approached by a woman? No. She was (figuratively) dressed to kill at all times. In another life she could have been a fashion model.
It was what made her so effective at her job. Her looks were disarming. No one ever suspected her. But the cold gaze in her eyes showed she meant business when necessary. The right glance from her could send a shiver down a man's spine if she wanted. Only if she wanted.
"I might be the entertainment," Claire said, going along with it. "Tell me everything you know. And don't hold anything back. I'm dying to hear these details."
Over cappuccinos, Claire learned that the woman was traveling for business to inspect real estate. She also learned that certain female employees here put on secret shows in hotel rooms. It was an all-women affair. A side job, of sorts.
Intrigued, she needed to know more. Perhaps killing the owner was unnecessary. Maybe a new opportunity was presenting itself.

Perspective: Nouri