Bailey All rights reserved circa 2013 Prelude Tonight Conrad, who if there were a leader it was him, collected her from her bedroom, holding her with a powerful muscular arm. He led her though the marbled hallway, through a long cream drape curtain, into a large mirrored room with luxurious dark leather couches. The other four men were all there, some smoking cigars and the smoke from them hung in a haze that added a mysterious fog to the room, shrouding them in the dimness of the room. They sat around on the couches watching her entrance, relaxed, drinking whisky. Tonight it seemed, they were all in calm repose, enjoying one another’s company. Again, as she looked around her, taking in the sight of the immaculately attired men, she felt as though she had stepped into a dream fantasy world where only the most exclusive, most handsome men were allowed, chosen only for their looks, their charm, their fabulously masculine bodies, and it was like the most exquisite dream she cold have imagined.
