Many doors led off the large open area that was totally bare, except for a console table on which stood an abstract bronze sculpture of a couple on their knees, having sex. The floor looked to be laid with glossy black tiles, possibly granite but it was too dimly lit to be sure. The walls were painted a deep red and were unadorned but they gave the place a warmth that would have otherwise been lacking in such a sterile environment. Every door was closed. They were black and shiny and I suspected they were made of steel. Although apprehensive about the general concept of a dungeon in a BDSM club, I began to feel curious about what lay behind them. The air smelled faintly of a heady scent, as though someone had been burning an incense stick recently. It was almost eerily silent. Lucas turned around completely and I could then see that only one door led off the wall that had been behind us as we’d descended. He walked to it and adjusted his hold on me enough to be able to fish a bunch of keys out of his pocket.
