Cathleen's heels clicked on the polished concrete, a staccato rhythm lost amidst the moans and sharp slaps echoing through the dimly lit hall. Velvet ropes created islands of debauchery in a sea of eager observers. Her gaze flitted around, trying to anchor herself in this new reality.

She paused near one such island. A woman, her back arched in submission, was being secured to a bench. The tall figure shrouding her in darkness moved with precision, the leather straps tightened across pale wrists and ankles, a belt cinching at the waist. Escape was a fantasy here.

In the subdued lighting, green eyes glinted briefly at Cathleen before they vanished behind...