It also had a huge computer hub, each station private and inaccessible to outsiders.It was easy to stride into the club with Yalani on a leash, a hooded mask hiding her identity and a ball gag keeping her mouth shut. No one questioned Andia's credentials. They rented a pleasure dungeon with no intention of using it.Zevon glanced in every direction, convinced Yalani had planted more than one tracking device. The one they'd found in Christophe had been tiny, delivered to its location in his body by a nanite.Andia had scanned them both again and Yalani as well. Zevon didn't trust the negative results, but they had to move forward. Yalani was another problem Zevon would have preferred to leave behind. But Andia was convinced they needed her.This place reminded him of those days when he'd been alone, searching for something, for Christophe, though he didn't know it. And Andia too.Unlike the the Haven, the Star of Pleasure hadn't decorated for Christmas. Raw sex was on the menu here, not intimacy.
