Author's Note: Well, here's the next chapter already. There was a ton of things I wanted in this chapter, so I decided to go ahead and write it, because why not? I love this arc. XD

Also, we are FIFTEEN chapters away from the 100th chapter. How shall I celebrate when we get to the 100th chapter?

Warning: This chapter contains sexual harassment and mentions of prostitution. Proceed with caution.

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Ch. 85: "To the Highest Bidder."

When Holden awoke, he was staring up at a white ceiling, and his head was hurting.

"Holden, what's going on?"

Holden looked around, and he saw that he was in a large, green-and-white room with various other people sitting in chairs in a single row. Holden was sitting to the left of Soren, with Heathcliffe sitting on the other side of Soren.

"I don't know, but stay calm. I'm sure everyone else in this room was knocked out like us," Soren explained. A woman sitting a few seats down from Soren then broke down.

"They're coming for all of us! They're coming for us because we managed to win! Nobody wins anything at this casino!" The woman sobbed. Heathcliffe reached out to Holden and held his hand.

"Holden, I'm scared," Heathcliffe whispered.

"Baby bro, don't be scared. Soren and I are here, so we're not going to let anything happen to us," Holden told Heathcliffe. But, the door out of the room opened, and a familiar, yet evil, face walked in. Heathcliffe's grip on Holden tightened.

"I have every reason to be scared now, Holden. We have to get out of here," Heathcliffe whispered, almost crying. Holden slowly turned his head, only to end up face-to-face with none other than Shenhua Jiang, the Dragon Lady.

"Shit…" Holden said under his breath. The Dragon Lady cleared her throat.

"You're all wondering why you're here. Well, I'm going to put it bluntly – All of you have won the most money in this casino's opening night. However, you aren't getting your money. You will be paying the Peony Pavilion Resort and Casino back… With your own bodies," The Dragon Lady explained. Several of the people in the room gasped. "Tomorrow night at seven, I will be auctioning all of you off to the highest bidders who want your bodies. If you don't pay with your body, you'll pay with your life."

Several people in the room – including Heathcliffe – screamed. The Dragon Lady approached Soren.

"You. Take off your shirt and your blazer," The Dragon Lady demanded. With no word, Soren took off his blazer and his shirt, leaving him shirtless in front of several strangers as the Dragon Lady inspected him.

"Holden…" Heathcliffe whispered.

"We have to do something about this later," Holden whispered back as Soren sat down, pale as a sheet. Holden sighed as he turned his attention to the Dragon Lady, who was inspecting a shaking, sobbing woman who was around Soren's age. "My God…"

The Dragon Lady turned to Holden.

"You. Come with me," The Dragon Lady demanded. With a sigh, Holden got up and turned to his brothers.

"Be careful," Heathcliffe mouthed. Holden nodded and followed the Dragon Lady out of the room and down the hall. They walked for a minute in silence, before the Dragon Lady let Holden inside of what appeared to be a penthouse.

"Sit," The Dragon Lady commanded. With a nod, Holden sat down on the couch across from the one the Dragon Lady sat on. "Now, tell me your name."

Holden gulped.

"My… My name is Holden. Holden Sarutobi," Holden answered nervously.

"Holden… What a fitting name for such a handsome boy," The Dragon Lady remarked. "Now, Holden, a little bird has told me that you won the one million Beri jackpot on the slots, correct?"

"Yes, I did," Holden answered. The Dragon Lady got up and walked over to Holden.

"I intend to make you and your brothers my top prostitutes. You three look out for each other, have great amounts of luck, and, most of all, you three are very sexy," The Dragon Lady explained. Holden felt his face turn red and his eyes fill with tears.

"Please… Stop this. All I did was play the slots. I shouldn't have to prostitute myself because of this," Holden pleaded.

"You're so cute when you plead," The Dragon Lady said before she kissed Holden on the lips. "You are free to go back to your room. Tomorrow at five, we will collect you and your brothers and get you ready for the auction tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am," Holden said before he made a run for it.

A few minutes later, Holden managed to arrive back in the hotel room. Upon arrival in his room, Holden turned on the shower, took off his clothes, and stepped into the shower.

"Filthy! I feel so filthy! Why do I need to sell myself and my brothers because we gambled?! This isn't fair! We were supposed to win, not lose!" Holden thought to himself as he scrubbed his hair and skin raw. A few minutes later, Holden stepped put of the shower, dried himself off, and put on a pair of tight, black sweatpants. As soon as Holden entered the bedroom, Heathcliffe and Soren walked in.

"What happened?" Heathcliffe and Holden asked at the same time.

"You go first," Holden said. Heathcliffe sighed.

"Nothing much. The Dragon Lady looked me over and flirted with me. I felt awful," Heathcliffe explained. "And you?"

Holden sighed.

"She wants to make us the top prostitutes of this auction tomorrow night because of how I won at the slots. Then… Then she kissed me," Holden said before he fell back onto the bed and cried. "I feel so filthy right now."

With a sigh, Heathcliffe took off his clothes, leaving him only in his boxers. Heathcliffe then lied down next to Holden.

"Holden, don't cry. My brother never cries," Heathcliffe said. Soren sat down on the bed next to Holden.

"Oh, man… This has really taken a toll on you, Holden. I rarely see you cry this hard," Soren commented as he rubbed Holden's back. "I'll tell you what – I need to go take a shower right now, because I feel dirty too. How about we order milk and cookies from room service afterwards?"

"Yeah, why don't we?" Heathcliffe said in agreement.

"I suppose," Holden said through his tears. Soren smiled.

"I'll see you two in a few minutes. Please don't cry, Holden," Soren said before he hugged his little brothers and went into the bathroom. The room was silent, save for the water running in the bathroom.

"Feeling better?" Heathcliffe asked.

"Not really. When you know you will have to whore yourself out to pay off a casino, there is no way you can feel better," Holden explained. Heathcliffe sighed again.

"Want me to massage you back and shoulders like how Soren does whenever one of us is sick or upset?" Heathcliffe suggested. Holden shook his head.

"I don't want to have sex almost every night so I can pay off some non-existent debt," Holden said sadly. Heathcliffe ruffled Holden's damp hair.

"We'll think of something to escape," Heathcliffe said. "Besides, we're prepared."

Heathcliffe got up and walked over to the other side of the bedroom.

"Prepared?" Holden asked as Heathcliffe got out a suitcase. Heathcliffe then opened the suitcase, revealing Soren's double-bladed, halbred axe, Heathcliffe's scythe, and Holden's guns. Holden whistled. "Wow… Thanks for packing our weapons, baby bro."

"No problem," Heathcliffe said as he sat back down next to Holden.

"One question, though… Is Isabella here?" Holden asked cautiously.

"Isabella? Gave her the night off. I don't think she'd want to hang out with her three grandsons who are either showering or hanging out with no shirts on," Heathcliffe explained. Holden gave Heathcliffe a small chuckle.

"She can't handle three brothers without any shirts," Holden said before he laughed. Heathcliffe smiled.

"See? You're feeling better already, despite our sordid circumstances," Heathcliffe said. Holden gave Heathcliffe a small smile.

"Thank you, baby bro. You and Soren are the best brothers I could ever ask for," Holden said. Heathcliffe grinned.

"Come here, you!" Heathcliffe said as he pulled Holden in for a bear hug.

Ending Note: Review if you want to see Heathcliffe, Holden, and Soren don suits AND if you want to see Yulia and Daisuke save the day.