Upstsirs was the only place to show Peter around at. Down here you had the main bar and the corner bar, a dance floor and the DJ booth. Upstsirs was more interesting. Wristband checkers let them through with a fist bump from one to Simon and a jealous look from the other. It grew significantly more quiet as they moved up carpeted squares until only the thumping baseline brought anyone's attention to the bodies moving downstairs. It was dark. The walls were covered in velvet wallpaper, Victorian boudoir style. Simon pulled out his phone to light up a section of the brocade pattern running in crushed purple from floor to ceiling.

"So it's warm on bare skin. And for the extra sensation," he explained without going into detail. "And surprisingly easy to clean too. All of these rooms," to the left and right, "are for public sessions. Usually that one is for refreshments. Complimentary when they give a demonstration since its included in the price of a ticket. The others are themed." Industrial. Medical. Traditional dungeon, and one with no furniture at all, just baskets and baskets of heavy rope. There were rings sunken into the walls and the ceilings. "Around to the left are play rooms. You have to rent those and be a member. And to the right is the ballroom. The demo tonight will be in here. If it's Mitch, it will be on spanking and posturing. Nothing major and nothing you need a lot of props for.... Yeah, see, they're setting up the chairs now."

A man and a woman were chatting as they hauled metal folding chairs to the center of the room. The lights were brighter in here, the walls just painted white and the floor linoleum. It had a raised platform too, a small stage, bare save for a winged back chair in purple velvet right in the middle like a throne.