Jordan Klepper

I'm not even talking about the sex rooms.

The common spaces are even worse.

Look, I know the sex crimes are the main story, but I cannot remain silent about this furniture placement.

Who places four lazy boys that close together?

Come on, boys, come to my library.

We can smoke cigars and rub knees together.

I mean, what happens if all four of you decide to recline at once?

It's chaos!

This man is sick!

You don't want to throw a table in the middle, at least?

I mean, no, it's a sex compound, but what if a couple of guys want to do a puzzle while their fluids replenish, you know?

Jeffrey!

Jeffrey!

Jeffrey, come on!

You have all the money in the world, but you don't have one pal who gets a Herman Miller catalog?

The pedophile billionaire couldn't find one pedophile decorator to help out here.

And look, and don't say it was Ghislaine's job to decorate because that's sexist.

She was a working professional who was very busy with her own sex trafficking career.

And that wasn't even the only eyesore in the room.

What are they, brainstorming evil plans?