The Dungeon

You smile. "All right, dungeon it is. Lead the way."

She takes you by the hand and leads you through your suite to a back door of sorts. This door leads down a long corridor, with man other turnings and doors of various sorts. At the end, is a long, red-velvet lined staircase leading down.

"Welcome to the dungeon," she says, he giggly voice suddenly colder, older in a strange way. Enticing, intoxicating.

You stare around the room at the equiptment; everything from soft rope and blue velvet to outright **** devices. In the middle of the room is a stone slab, with a hook for chains, ropes, or any one of the many harnesses.

"Well?"