Your local S&M dungeon.

There could only be one possible person behind that knock at the door, only one voice that could be calling your name from the other side. Nobody else knows that you're here.

And frankly, nobody else would sound that nervous.

Karen looks a vision at the door, albeit a strained one verging on panic; her little black dress rises and falls in time with her rapid, fluttering breaths. Her eyes cast down either side of the hall, causing that bright red hair to swing with the motion as she seeks out anyone that might help her, knowing even as she did so that anyone nearby would be seeing her, deep in the depths of some fetish club.

'Come in, Miss Gillan,' you say, opting to keep things calm for the moment. Until she was safely inside, there was always some chance that interlopers could interrupt your fun, after all. Karen's legs pull her inside, pliable to your commands and not her own; even so, her neck cranes to see out past the doorframe until the last possible moment, when you close and lock the door behind her.

With nothing else to see, Karen truly sees the room she has entered for the first time. Eyes widening, glancing from you to the room beyond and back again, she whimpers.