Head to the game room

"I don't think so," you say and wrinkle your nose.

Sara is obviously pleased with your answer. She slides an arm around your slim waist and guides you away from the curtain that opens into the "dark room".

"I think I know somewhere that you might find a little more relaxing," Sara says.

You think for a moment that she was referring to the dungeon with sarcasm, but instead she leads you to a heavy oak door.

"Lots of testosterone in here, though," she winks. "We can at least get a cold drink."

The room that you enter could not be more different than the rest of the basement. It's fully finished and paneled in rich oak. Glowing beer signs and banners for sports teams hang on the walls. There are booths arranged around the edge of the room, a long and fully-stocked bar on the opposite side, and between the two a mix of bar tables and pool tables. Against the far wall is a huge LCD TV playing a live baseball game. Several men are sitting on the leather couches facing the TV and drinking beers and chatting.

A few heads turn towards you and Sara as you step inside. Here, at least, the lust is polite and hidden like men at a well-behaved bar. There aren't very many women around. One playing pool, one snuggling up to a man in a booth, her hand under the table and possibly working her partner's cock out of view.

"Is that Tom?" You point to a man on the couch with his back to you.

"It certainly is," Sara says.

You approach the couch, but as you near you see over the leather back and can see that Tom's pants are open and a busty redhead with her jiggling tits flopping out of a low-cut dress is passionately sucking off Sara's husband. Sara stops in her tracks, obviously uncomfortable about what to do, but unable to tear her eyes away from the red lips wrapped around her husband's big dick.

The man next to Tom is a balding man of about Tom's age and with a slight paunch. He also has his cock out and is stroking it lazily to the raunchy show going on next to him. The man to his left is also watching the blowjob, but the man to Tom's right on a loveseat has a satisfied smile on his face.

"She's sucking her way around the couch," you observe. "I don't think it's personal."

Sara nods, but she still seems bothered. Should you leave? Interrupt Tom? Put on a show for his benefit? Get some cold beers and pretend nothing out of the ordinary is happening? Or just leave and continue the tour?