Check out the "dark room" in the basement

"I think I've seen enough of the upstairs," you announce as you head out of the wrestling ring.

The heavy double doors close behind you and Sara and you are left in the relative quiet in the hallway.

"The only place left is the basement," Sara explains. "I usually don't spend much time down there, but I can show you around if you want."

"I want," you reply.

Your comment prompts a giggling fit from you and Sara as you cling to one another and head back downstairs to the kitchen. An inconspicuous closet-like door tucked into the corner of the kitchen opens onto a poorly-lit staircase descending into the dim basement.

The air down her is cooler, but rich with the scent of sex and oils and...leather? You sniff the air and Sara laughs.

"That's the dungeon you're smelling," she explains. "It sounds scary, but it's not too bad. Jason and Christine tend to rule over the dungeon there. You might recognize them, they were both teachers at your school I think."

You're stunned. Jason Kruel was your Freshman English teacher and Christine, his wife, was your biology teacher your Sophomore year. Jason was nice, Christine was a bit of a bitch but usually took it pretty easy on your class.

"Wow," you say, "that will be interesting."

"I'm sure," Sara leads you across the dark carpeted basement towards a black curtain. "First though, let me show you the 'dark room', as much as I can anyway."

You can hear grunts, moaning, slapping flesh and heavy breathing from behind the curtain before you even get close. When Sara pulls the curtain open she simply stands aside and lets you peek into the "dark room".

As described, it's a dark, windowless room. The entire floor looks to be covered with mattresses, although it's so dark in the room you can only see the first few feet from the doorway. Legs and arms tangle in your vision. Men and women fucking, sucking, cumming, and being cummed on. The smell of sweat and sex and the heat of the raw stimulation is overpowering.

Sara lets the curtain drop back into place.

"If you go in there, you just fuck," Sara shrugs. "It's for the horny people who want total anonymity, are too shy to approach someone, or just want to completely let themselves go. You don't say 'yes' or 'no' in there, if you climb in you're agreeing to fuck anyone on the other side of that curtain."

"I'm guessing from your tone you don't approve," you say.

Sara shakes her head.

"It's not that I don't approve. I'm not here to judge people, but some of the people are, well," she leans in and whispers, "a little gross."

"Besides," she continues, "I like to see what and who I'm doing. If you head in there you're on your own."

There is something exciting about the total abandon of the "dark room", but you're not sure you're willing to sacrifice your guide for a trip into the unknown.