This Los Angeles mini-mansion is owned by an octogenarian who likes to house his much younger, very busty employees -- whom he occasionally dates, pays to get nude and occasionally marries. You know, your basic HR nightmare. Only he's way too much of a BAMF for rules.

The home itself probably smells like a heady mixture of excessive perfume and makeup, hair bleach, stale booze, sex, tanning lotion and, depending on who did the surgery, a lot of silicone.

If you're lucky enough to live here ("lucky" being a relative term), you probably look pretty wicked in long ears and a tail.