Abigail
We made our way to the game room, my pulse jumping like a monkey on a swing, crazy, yeah, I know.
There was another pair already seated in the game room we entered, A man with a red mask with the club's name Perseus on his tag and a shorter, petite lady with a copper-colored mask that clashed against her blonde hair.
Her tag name was Thalia. The room was dimly lit with golden, glittering lights. The music from the main floor was muffled when the door closed behind us. There were different stations around the room, separated by heavy velvet curtains.
Padded benches and tables at different heights were scattered across the room. There were restraint frames, ceiling hooks with hanging equipment and a bar cart in the corner.
"Well damn, this is hot," I muttered, strutting to take a seat opposite the pair.
"I know, right?" Perseus chuckled darkly, completely naked except for the mask on his face.
