The mask, look but not touch

Kara turns the mask over, looking at the glittering black background and the small green feathers framing the eyes, the number 42 is written on the inside "I think I'll go with this, for a first time that seems like a good start"

"Certainly miss" Mark says, smiling as he places her phone and ID in a the box marked 42 that the mask came from and taking out a form "If you would please fill this out, verify that the price is acceptable and sign at the bottom, you can get started. You will also have to leave any container like that purse and anything that looks like it could hide a camera and of course, a credit card for the payment."

Kara looks it over, and fills it out 'Name, date of birth, indemnity clause removing any liability from the club for any actions by the members or as a result of pre-existing health issues, stating all the rules like he said earlier, yadi yadi' saying "Seems ok" and signing it before handing it back.

"I didn't see any mention of a dress code" Kara waves up and down her body, referring to the little black dress she was wearing.

"That's perfectly fine for wearing the mask miss. Once you enter, be aware of the Venus and Mars symbols by some doors, they identify areas reserved for only those who identify as women, or only those who identify as men, any area without such symbols are open to all genders."

"Thank you Mark, you've been most helpful" Kara gives him as good a smile as she can manage, and hopes her blushing has come under control by now.
Putting the elastic over her head, she adjusts the mask so she can easily see through it's holes and heads further into the club.

As soon as she leaves the reception area, the decor seems to take a turn for the more modern, the music is, like the lighting, low key and soothing, though she can hear the bass of some more intense music in some other part of the building. In between the hallmarks of a high end bar or dance club are hints that this is something more; a topless man and woman behind the bar, an iron pole over by a table with a man shackled to it, a kneeling nude woman over by the bar. Of course, the biggest hint is the fact that the majority of people have little to no clothes on, and what little they have tends to wards leather, latex or frilly, and in all cases hardly covering much.

Trying to look like she fits in, she at first tries to limit her staring, until she realizes staring is exactly what she's paid to be allowed to do, then she looks around more unapologetically, hoping the lower lightning will hide her blush.

After a bit of walking around, she heads over to one of the windows near the door with the Venus symbol. There's already a few men and women standing there, most of them wearing masks like her, but also some wearing the ring Mark showed her earlier, and yet others wearing nothing at all besides a collar.

Ignoring them as best she can, she looks through the window, and sees a pale skinned woman with raven hair, and what from afar seems to be a raven mask, with beak and feathers and all. The woman is wearing a red dress with an impressive cleavage on display, and some red stringy things pretending to cover part of it, on her right hand is the ring identifying her as someone in charge. Hanging suspended in front of the woman in red is a blonde haired woman wearing nothing but ropes, how she's able to seem both so restricted and so comfortable while being literally suspended in ropes, she has no idea, especially as the raven masked woman seems to be moving either her fingers or a toy between the legs of the blonde. The sight is causing her stomach to flutter, as well as a heat welling up inside her at the thought of being so perfectly helpless and in someones power. That's when she sees a pile of clothes next to the pair in a familiar red and blue color. "That's supposed to be supergirl?"

"I do enjoy watching The Raven strip, tie up and tease our local Supergirl lookalike every now and then, but I must admit I prefer the times she's frustrated or angry and uses the leather flogger, or a riding crop" a broad shouldered but rather short man standing next to her says.

"Um, it looks quite intense, and she seems quite skilled with, er, ropes" Kara mumbles in response "Excuse me" she hurries away, heading to one of the windows in the mixed section while silently berating herself 'Stupid, I'm supposed to be gathering intel undercover, you can't just run off whenever you see something new or someone talks to you Kara'

She reaches the window in time to hear an older man dressed in a tuxedo and fiddling with his ring commenting on the view "... at it with his humiliation, he never seems to tire of that"

A younger woman standing next to him wearing dark green dress she thinks she's seen on the cover of CatCo Fashion recently nods "Mhmm, he does seem to tie the ideas of domination very tightly to pushing his partner down, it's why I've considered asking him for a bit of a one on one, when I switch I do prefer to have my partner metaphorically rubbing my face in my helplessness."

Looking through the window, Kara sees a short haired redhead on her knees, a dark dress rolled down around her hips, showing of the multiple red hand prints on her breasts, as well as some faint welts on her back, her handcuffed hands resting on her ass. A pant-less man is standing over her, grabbing her head by her hair and driving his cock in and out of her mouth as tears and snot stream down her face. She can just hear some of his shouts, though most seem lost to the sound of his facefucking "..like that you slut! You live for this I bet, been dreaming of my cock all day." He pulls out and swings his hips, slapping her face with his dick "Hey, eyes up here, you fucking look me in my eyes when you do what you were created for you fucking cock-puppet!" As soon as the woman looks up at him, he shows his cock back into her mouth as far as he can, holding it there as she's clearly struggling, before going back to his fucking.

Kara hurries away from the window, appalled that anyone could enjoy either doing that or having it done to them, and confused about how the idea of the latter made her feel.

Looking around at what she now realizes is more of a lounge than the club proper, she looks back to the doors marked with the Venus and Mars symbols and ponders.