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like I matter to someone, is a foreign sensation that creeps over
and under my skin, simmering and settling like an old friend I never knew I
missed. Dane wouldn’t want me reading into it, though, and I’m sure it’s all
part of the package, so I force that warmth away like it was never there.
    We leave the playroom and turn down another dimly lit hall,
stopping before a set of black double doors. Dane swipes a card from his pocket
and the lock on the door clicks.
    “What’s this?”
    Glass shelves line the walls, filled with what I can only
assume are sexual toys and oddities. It’s set up like a store, though I’ve yet
to see a price tag anywhere. A top-lit glass case displays a myriad of chokers
with fabrics ranging from satins and velvets to leathers and lace. Some have
sharp metal spikes while others have crystals and gemstones dangling from them.
    Dane abandons my side, whooshing across the room to a shelf
of see-through phallic objects. Only when I step closer, do I see what he’s
looking at. He grabs a clear one and inspects it, for what I’m not sure. He
moves to the next shelf, pulling a white package with some c-shaped object off
the shelf. It’s still brand new and wrapped in cellophane.
    These things are all for me. Obviously. I try to swallow as
my nerves get the best of me, but my mouth is cotton.
    “You doing okay?” he asks, his eyes scrunched as he scans
the rest of the room.
    “Of course.”
    I stand idle as he crouches down to a glass case, his eyes
running the length of the shelves until they hone in on a choker made with
black velvet and a prism heart.
    “I’ll take that one, Geoffrey,” he says to the attendant,
whom I didn’t notice until now. A burly, clean-cut man steps out of the shadows
and begins examining the items, making notes in a small ledger book.
    “I’ll put these on your tab, Master Townsend,” Geoffrey
says. Everything about him is discreet, and I can only imagine the secrets he
knows. To anyone else, he’s a cashier in an underground sex toy
shop , but his real job is much more important. He’s a keeper of secrets.
    Geoffrey pulls out a large white bag, wraps the items in
white tissue paper, and ties the bag shut with silky black ribbon. Discreet and elegant.
    I’m in a strange land with its own set of cultures and
traditions. I’m taking in every detail from the veins in the marble tile to the
velvet patterns in the wallpaper. The pretty “swans” who strut around this
place are faceless thanks to their masks, and most of the men stagger around
like drunken lost souls filled with secrets and longing and deep-seeded needs.
    I’d never imagine Dane in a place like this.
    Dane takes the bag and juts his elbow out, nodding for me to
take his arm. “We have one more stop before we go.”
    He leads us back down the dark hall until we stop at the
third door on the right. Dane knocks, and a moment later, a beautiful girl
dressed in white pulls the door open. Velvet lined
walls and a crystal chandelier draw us in. A three-fold mirror rests against
the far wall, and a small changing curtain resides next to it.
    “Welcome to the dressing room. Please, come in.” She
addresses Dane, but her gaze holds the floor.
    “We’re only here for measurements,” Dane says, nodding my
way. I lift my gaze to the white swan. She reaches for my arm, ushering me to a
platform in the middle of the room. A small measuring tape resides on a nearby
table, and she whips it out and slips it around my bust.
    “Arms up, lovely,” she says with a baby doll voice. “There
we go.”
    She measures my bust, waist, and hips, all in front of Dane.
Her touch isn’t shy.
    “What’s your shoe size, sweetie?” Her honeyed tone is more
for his benefit than mine.
    “Seven and a half,” I say.
    She struts to the corner of the room where a small desk is
illuminated by a fringed, Victorian lamp that gives off a warm, burgundy glow.
    “I think I’ve got all I need,” she says. “Master