Sanctuary, the bdsm club

Driving to the warehouse district while following your gps, you finally reach your destination. It is an old warehouse in the middle of a large row of company warehouses, with a large parking lot surrounded by a tall chain linked fence. You aren’t surprised by the security as this is inside a sketchier area of town. The gate to the parking lot is open, with cars pulling in as well as people being dropped off.

Outside the front door, you see a line has formed of people entering, a group that looks out of place in this surroundings. A large mix of people, many wearing large overcoats you assume to hide outfits, while others wearing more street appropriate leather and latex getups. They are all slowly entering, either one at a time or in small groups.

You easily find a parking space for your oversized pickup and exit, hurrying over to join the line with eager anticipation. You notice two girls infront of you, about your age. Both are wearing long black coats, barely letting you glimpse the outfits they hide beneath. Soon a slightly older man joins the line behind you as well.