The choker, be watched

Kara turns the choker over in her hands, feeling the surprisingly velvety material and what seems to be a real crystal set in it, and not just some plastic. 'The price to just wear the mask is so high, but no way I'm going to wear this, having everyone look at me, telling me to do stuff, maybe taste myself, sliding my fingers through wet folds and... wait, what am I thinking' She suddenly freezes as she realizes she's been fondling the choker and it's crystal while lost in thought.

"Oh, sorry, I don't think, I mean, I'm not sure I should..." Kara mutters before trailing of and getting lost in thought again 'Why shouldn't I though, it could be interesting, exiting even, and it's not like I have anything to be ashamed over. I do like to be admired.'

"Sorry Mark, I think, yeah, I will go with this" She holds up the choker while smiling nervously.

"Certainly miss" Mark says, smiling as he places her phone and ID in a the box marked 23 that the choker 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 your dress and any container like that purse and anything that looks like it could hide a camera and of course, a credit card for the payment."

"My dress? What's wrong with my dress?"

"It doesn't go with the choker, as in, those who wear it wear little else. Assuming your underwear is suitable that will be fine though, or just your skin works too."

Kara looks a bit uncertain, but a sudden look of steel and a decisive nod is followed by her grabbing the form and starting to fill 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, oh...'

"Um, Mark, it says here that I can refuse any request, but if I keep doing that too much I can be evicted from the club, and I can't refuse anyone from watching anything I do?"

"Yes miss, that's the experience you're paying for, and that the other members here are expecting."

"Ok, I guess I can accept that, if it's too wild I'll just leave." Kara licks her lips as her mind starts conjuring up what exactly could be requested of her.

"As you said you had already been through the background check of Willis & sons, if you want we can check your status there and speed up the membership process if you so desire."

Kara shakes her head "I don't think that'll be necessary, at least not yet, I'd like to test this out a bit first." Kara holds up the choker she's still clutching.

"Of course, if you'd just put on the choker and leave your dress with me miss, you'll be good to go"

Putting the choker around her neck and fastening it, Kara takes a deep breath and starts undoing her dress, only as she sees it pooled at her feet does she realize she just did that in the reception area with hardly a second thought 'This place must be getting to me, at least I went with my black lacy stuff and not the comfy boxers'

She hands the dress to Mark asking "Is this ok?"

"That's perfectly fine for wearing the choker and entering the club 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, glad her blushing seems to actually be a bit under control before hurrying deeper 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.

'At least I won't stand out too much with this, though I'm sure I could get some attention if I ... what, no, bad Kara, no attention!' Kara scrunches her forehead in confusion as her thoughts yet again drift in decidedly lewd directions, not to mention she's feeling a lot less self-conscious than she'd have expected.

She walks around for a bit before heading over to the bar "Hi, I'd like a white breast please" it takes a couple of seconds before Kara's words registers in her own mind and she realizes she's been looking straight at the woman's chest since arriving at the bar "Oh Rao, Russian, I meant a white Russian, I'm sorry, you're a bit nakeder than my bartenders tend to be".

"Don't worry about it, I wouldn't be standing here if I didn't enjoy being looked at" The bartender smiles at Kara and gives her a thorough head to waist look, the bar itself preventing her from looking further down.

As she's handed her drink, Kara realizes she's carrying a lot less than she normally is "How do I pay for this anyway? I don't exactly have a wallet or an ID on me here."

"That depends, if you're wearing a mask and no ring, you'll have to pay, if you're wearing a ring everything is included in the membership fee, and for those wearing any of the collar variants like you, it's up to us."

Her face lightning up in a big smile, the bartender nods at Kara "As for you, I think you can open a bit of a tab here with, lets say your bra, it's only fair as you seemed so fascinated by my tits"

'Oh Rao, that's just... no, I couldn't, could I? Well, obviously I could, but I shouldn't, I really shouldn't, I'm Supergirl, I can't strut around topless like some stripper, though I'm not really Supergirl now, and there's plenty other topless people here, and' her mental rambling comes to a halt as she decisively grabs between her breasts and unlocks the hasp of her bra, handing it over to the bartender.

"I.. so, I guess, um, what sort of tab does that buy me, and what's your name?" She had meant the last question to be the start trying to dig for info on the missing girls, but gets a bit distracted as she sees the bartender looking at her tits "My name is Kelsey, and I'm here just for drinks and as eye candy, I wouldn't mind continuing this conversation with you and your cute and perky 32B's after my shift ends in a couple hours though. As for your tab, it'll last you for the duration of today at least, unless you're a complete lush."

"Oh, sure, I'd love to talk some more." Kara takes her drinks throws it back, before turning around and walking away 'What the hell Kara, get a grip, that drink was to be sipped, and what's with throwing my bra at a woman with tits at least twice my size, and since when do I call them tits anyway, tits, tit, tits, hmm, it does sound fitting though. Time to get sleuthing and then get the hell out of here before I do something I'll regret'

So focused on her inner monologue and berating is Kara, that she almost walks straight into someone.