She is a domina. What else?

You gasp in shock when you see a floor with several doors. The floor is nothing special, but there are pictures of women with stern faces, masks and latex clothing. Some pictures show a woman with a whip, others depict a woman who stretchers out a long leather boot. One room at the end of the floor is a prison cell and through an open door you can see some chairs and a bondage cross.

And to eliminate every doubt you maybe still had, there is another woman around 40 dressed in a very sexy latex outfit with spikes and rivets all over. The woman is has dark brown, almost black skin and short hair. She smiles friendly and you can see she wears red lipstick. On her belt is a pair of handcuffs. It should be clear now what Amber is working. This is a BDSM dungeon and Amber is likely a domina. You are not sure if you should flee, yell or strangle her. This was exactly the kind of job you not wanted to have anything to do with.

“Hi Amber,” the woman greets friendly and blows a kiss on both of Ambers cheeks, “nice to see you are on duty. Who is your huge friend and why does she look like she has a heart attack?”

“Mercy, this is Alexis,” Amber introduces you, “Alex this is Mercy, my coworker. We call her Dark Mercy because of … well you can guess yourself.”

“So, you are the famous Alex Amber told us about,” Mercy says smiling and tries to get closer to you, but you step back at first, “are you shy? Or rather uncomfortable?”