“Do they recognize you on the floor where they sell dresses?” I arched an eyebrow. So I'm not the first person you come with. Eh, Marik, but I ... - entering the door, which the thug pointed out, I froze.

Directly opposite the entrance stood a mannequin, or rather a rubber doll in dark latex. In the mouth is a ball, red like that, with black straps. I turned my head in shock. Red lanterns illuminated shop windows that looked like clothes hangers, but instead of dresses, they were hung with whips, leashes, and you still don’t understand what. Is this a pet store? Say yes!

I turned to Mark,...