"Touch down baby", exclaimed Cirox , they were now in Tokyo and all Cirox could find himself thinking about was how he needed to make his mark on the world and especially to his family since he was challenged by his older siblings and father to stop being an entitled fuck up and o something with his life. A month before this exile Cirox was processed out of prison by his family and this was costing the Cyberettis a fortune. Cirox landing in Japan wasn't just for a fresh start, it was his opportunity to design his twisted fantasies and what a better place to do it, in the largest automata headquarters in the world. After their flight the two brothers were dropped in their villa. Back home in Italy Cirox recalls of a strange robotics genius who had a fall out with his family, her name Doctor Suzzie, a diabolical genius who was the leading inventor and engineer for the cyberetti family. Dr Suzzie resides in Japan, and she was the first person Cirox made an appointment with and when she accepted their meeting was to be held in the underbelly of Tokyo. Cirox was confident that with the right assistance and team he would invent the most desired "thing" at that time and maybe his father wouldn't just see the twisted kid he was but also the mad genius he thought he was. The doctor's appointment was confirmed, and she preferred to be met in the belly of the city. This was the most exciting street especially at night it had all the high end steamy whorehouses in all of Tokyo.
"Rather unusual font you think Varrio, meeting a doctor in a whorehouse" says Cirox with a sense of disbelief.
"well, I'm coming with you bro" Varrio gallantly included himself in this appointment, but Cirox wanted to meet Suzzie alone, he couldn't explain it but he dismissed Varrio by saying "I got this bro." as he squeezed his shoulder.
On Saturday evening the day of his appointment, he dressed up in his all black outfit , at this point black k was all he ever wore with hints of white, he drove off to the location of their meeting , when he arrived the design of the establishment immediately spoke to him , it was an experience, a sanctuary carved out for the wealthy, the powerful, and the dangerously curious.
From the outside, it looked like a floating prism suspended above the neon skyline—a crystalline structure wrapped in soft holographic veils. The building breathed with shifting colors, pulsing like a living organism, its outer walls displaying slow, hypnotic patterns meant to calm the mind and heighten desire before clients even stepped inside.
The entrance was guarded by two humanoid concierges, sleek, porcelain-skinned androids whose eyes flickered like stars. Their voices were velvet-smooth, their manner flawless, offering greetings in tones tailored to each guest's preferences. The moment anyone crossed the threshold, the air changed. warm, lightly perfumed, and infused with a subtle energy that made skin prickle.
Inside, The Velvet Circuit was a cathedral of temptation.
A vast atrium stretched upward in spiralling levels of private lounges, golden walkways, and floating platforms. Everything glowed. Everything reflected. Everything shimmered.
Here, pleasure was curated the way artists curated masterpieces.
Soft music, half-analogy, half-digital, floated through the space in perfect harmony with the gentle hum of machines. The walls were lined with diffused lights that shifted according to mood and chosen experience. Velvet seating in jewel-toned colors curved elegantly around glass tables that projected interactive fantasies and custom atmospheric visuals.
The workers, both human and cybernetic, moved like dancers through the room. Some had luminous tattoos that pulsed like circuitry beneath their skin. Others displayed delicate mechanical enhancements: shimmering spine implants, chrome fingertips, holographic eyes. Each one was trained in body language, seduction, and emotional calibration. They didn't just serve desires,they anticipated them.
Guests could choose their experiences from a floating display, private sky rooms overlooking the city; sensory pods where time seemed to stretch, lush, velvet-draped chambers where gravity could be softened or heightened for pleasure's choreography.
Privacy was absolute. Luxury was guaranteed. Judgment did not exist here and of course peculiarities were entertained here as well.
The Velvet Circuit was more than a brothel, it was a sanctuary of indulgence, a playground for those who could afford to blur the lines between flesh, fantasy, and machinery. he was escorted by one of the attendants its as if she was waiting for him . He sat and there and waited for his appointment.
Tall, poised, and effortlessly magnetic, Suzzie moved with the smooth confidence of a woman who knows she's the smartest person present and the most intoxicating to look at. Her beauty is the kind that makes people lose their train of thought mid-sentence, high sculpted cheekbones, full lips that often curl into a knowing half-smile, and eyes sharp enough to dissect a machine… or a man.
" So, i get a call from a cyberetti , what is it this time, daddy sends more restrictive clauses or did you wankers just miss my genius" Suzie jests (in her Irish accent)
"I wish to speak with you, I have a business proposition for you" Cirox just gets to the point.
"haven't you seen around, i don't need mafia money anymore,Cirox, look around you. The undercity used to be a graveyard of forgotten machinery and forgotten people. A place your mafia rivals dismissed as rot. They saw chaos. I saw infrastructure waiting to be rewired.
I didn't take it with guns or blood. I took it with intellect.
While they fought over surface scraps, I slipped underground and rewrote the entire system—power grids, surveillance routes, transport hubs. Every lock, every drone, every rusted panel of steel now listens to me. Not because I demanded it, but because I understood it.
That is the difference between force and genius.
you ruled with fear. I rule with algorithms, precision, inevitability. The undercity isn't loyal to me out of choice; it's loyal because I rebuilt it from the inside out. Every machine down here carries my signature. Every corridor breathes because I allow it.
Let the families cling to their dying empires. I've already taken the future. Quietly. Efficiently.
And no one.except you, realizes the entire underground belongs to a woman they once underestimated." the question i believe you are looking for is how can I help YOU" Suzzie says as she hands Cirox a drink.
"Listen i know you are desperate, i did my digging on you Cirox, you're naughty …ooh and the reason i allowed this meeting is because I have something for you, some… ....thing I'M sure will make our next appointment more eventful" suzzie gives him a sharp yet lustful jest. she snaps her fingers...