Over a century ago, the giant stone building that took up a full city block had housed the largest military force on the west coast. It was one of the oldest structures in the city, a landmark San Franciscans could be proud of.But not anymore. Not since a group of nine investors had pushed the sale of the old Arsenal through the city council a year ago. They had renovated the inside and turned it into an ultra-exclusive nightclub. The Mercy Club.Rumors had been flying since the doors had opened three months ago about what exactly went on inside. People whispered it was a place where a person’s darkest fantasies came true, where deviant sexual desires were fulfilled.Cassandra swallowed hard as the stories she’d been told of what went on inside these fortress walls flashed in her mind. They were the same wicked imaginings that had been stewing in her mind since she’d returned to her cubicle yesterday to find one of the Mercy Club’s coveted invitations on her desk. The same ones that that left her twisting in her sheets last night, unable to sleep.But they were only rumors, mostly because the owners had yet to open their doors to members of the press.
