A bondage club?

Emma opened her wardrobe. When Sean had said that the place that they were going was a bondage club, she'd barely been able to believe their ears. Why were they going to gamble in a bondage club? He said he'd never been there before, and Emma was trying to believe him. She was trying her best. Still, what did a woman even wear to a bondage club?

She knew off the top of her head that she was definitely not a Dominatrix or whatever it is that they called the women who liked to be in charge. She supposed she was the other one. The bottom or something? Well, what did a female bottom wear?

She eventually arrived at a leather miniskirt that she'd gotten back in college. It was a bit of a tight fit, five years on, but it would work. She paired it with a lacey black set of under things, and a matching push up bra. For her top, she found a black blouse without any sleeves and with a decent amount of cleavage. all in all, she wasn't sure if she looked the part. The one thing she did find that might help was a black choker made out of velvet. That would work well with her look.

Back at the car, Sean looked relieved when she returned. He practically ushered her into the car. They were rolling a minute later. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt. a modest look. But, perhaps the two of them might end up looking too casual where they were going. Still, Emma had a sneaking suspicion that their outfits were the least of their problems right now.