Yes

Your heart racing, you slip away to the restroom to change. Grabbing a stall, you strip until you are nude from the waist down, noticing your growing erection as you do. The new black panties fit beautifully.

While you are trying to finish getting dressed, an unseen hand slips a strange card under the stall door and laughs. You flinch.

Coming out of the stall, you see no one and quickly leave the restroom.

Looking around, you see a discrete sign and arrow with the same pictograph as the ticket you just received and follow it.

A tall, muscular and shirtless man is standing next to an unmarked door. His scowling face becomes expressionless when you show your ticket and he opens the door without a word.

Inside is a full-sized theatre with seats for perhaps 400 people. It is about a third full, mostly with very poshly dress people. You make your way through the semi-darkness to an empty row of seats and turn to take in the stage.

Multi-colored lights sweep over black floorboards, alternately hiding and illuminating a dancing woman.

It is hard to tell if she is nude or wearing a flesh-toned body stocking--she uses the two feathered fans in her hands to give tantalizing glimpses of long, toned legs and an athletic torso. Dropping one fan, she kicks one leg vertically up above her head, grasping the calf to hold it in place.

The stage lights come on fully, revealing that she is indeed quite nude. She holds the pose for what seems like an eternity, allowing the audience to inspect every inch of her nearly perfect form. The she smiles ravishingly, bows, and walks off stage.

A man in a silver sequined blazer and no tie walks on stage.

"Thank you again, Ms. Diabolique! Next up, Charlie has been a very bad boy--let's see what Mistress Karen has in store for him!"

From behind a curtain, two more muscular and shirtless men wheel out a pale, thin young man, naked and tied to an X-frame. A sharp click-click noise is followed by the entrance of Mistress Karen--tall, black leather-clad and in her mid fifties.

"Count, ****!" she purrs, her deep voice obviously amplified and cruelly amused.

Using a riding crop, she works over Charlie's body, starting with the inner thighs. He must be used to this treatment, because while he whimpers and flitches, his counting voice never falters.

You watch in fascination and revulsion as the scene lasts far longer than you could imagine. Finally, Mistress Karen gestures to the two men, who release Charlie. He collapses on the floor, but after a few seconds, crawls off stage. Mistress Karen waits until he is gone and takes a bow.

You are clapping with the rest when you feel a tap on your shoulder. It is the girl from the dance floor.

"You are the next act," she says, smiling devilishly.

You look at her blankly.

"And I suggest you make it a good performance--we wouldn't want to have to tell the world about your, shall we say, underwear preferences..."

Do you

Try to run or Follow her?