Mara, oboe (BDSM, she - ?)

The excitement was heavy in the air of the rehearsal room as Mara held her oboe in her hands. The first bars of Mozart's "Eine kleine Nachtmusik" had not even been struck yet, but the atmosphere was already charged. John Wagner, the new conductor, looked at the women's orchestra with a critical eye.

Mara, the youngest member of the all-female orchestra at the age of 21, felt the nervous gaze of her colleagues resting on her. Her gaze wandered briefly over the rows of musicians until it fell on Karla, who sat imposingly and twice Mara's age directly behind her with her bassoon. A secret smile between the notes revealed that the secret the two of them shared still united them.

The first sounds of the strings made their way through the room as the woodwinds prepared to enter. Mara immersed herself in the melody that wound its way through the room. Her fingers moved confidently over the keys as she let the notes guide her. But her thoughts wandered. In the pauses between the notes, she felt Karla's intense gaze on her, a gaze that said more than words ever could.

John Wagner, who was on the podium, led the orchestra with a precision that seemed to mask the mystery between Mara and Karla. But while the sheet music lay on the music stand in front of them, an invisible interplay developed between the two women. The minutes flew by and with every note Mara played, the tension between the two women grew. The oboist felt the music building inside her, but also the unmistakable attraction to Karla, which continued to weave the mystery between them in the pauses between the bars.

The last sounds of the rehearsal faded as Mara carefully placed her oboe on her lap. A smile played around her lips as she let her eyes wander over her orchestra colleagues. The new conductor, the handsome maestro John Wagner, undoubtedly had an aura that attracted some of the female musicians. But Mara was aware that some of them would approach him with very different intentions.

While most of the ladies in the orchestra were thinking about how they could attract the maestro's attention, Mara's thoughts were elsewhere. In the depths of the concert hall, in the seemingly unspectacular room labeled "U3.214 Warehouse Technology", her and Karla's secret lay dormant.

After the orchestra members had slowly dispersed, Mara made her way to the secret room in the basement. The way there was like a ritual for her, a path full of anticipation and longing for what awaited her there. The inconspicuous door with the simple sign opened silently and Mara entered the room, which housed more than just storage technology.

The room was sparsely lit, with only a few dim bulbs on the ceiling. Amidst boxes of instruments and technical equipment was a hidden retreat that Mara and Karla claimed as their own. The atmosphere was charged with the sound of their secret passion, which existed far away from sheet music and conductors.

Mara closed the door gently behind her and turned to Karla, who was already waiting in a corner.