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bouncer my ID and he was about to hand me a mask when his walkie-talkie buzzed.
     
    He moved away and muttered into it, and I couldn't hear what he'd said. But when he came back, he put away the blue mask and handed me a sparkly white one instead. I saw the two men exchange looks, but I don't mind white, so I smiled and walked in.
     
    There was a coat room, but the girl smiled and refused to take the cover charge from me, so I walked past into the inner room.
     
    Everyone was wearing dark blue masks, and they all seemed to be watching something. I turned to see what they were watching, and gasped when I saw the stage.
     
    A man in a leather hood stood on one side with a whip in his hand. In the center of the stage there was a naked girl, her eyes bound with a blindfold, her arms handcuffed and tied above her head, and her legs spread wide and attached to a straight metal bar.
     
    The crowd was rumbling, and I saw the man walk up behind her and caress her ass, whispering something in her ear. The girl smiled and nodded, and the man moved back and began to whip her slowly. I could tell he wasn't using all his force, and the girl began to moan. Her face was awash with pain, and the man stopped briefly to ask her something. She nodded again, and he started whipping her faster this time, quicker and with more force.
     
    I was incredulous – a look of pleasure started to come over her face, and the crowd started to cheer him on. I glanced around; everyone seemed to be excited and aroused by the scene.
     
    And then I saw Morgan.
     
    Our eyes met and my breath caught. Morgan's chocolate eyes were twinkling under the lights. He wasn't wearing a mask, and he was staring straight at me, a thin smile playing on his lips. I blushed, hoping he wouldn't think I was enjoying this. Oh wait, I was wearing a mask. There was no way he'd know it was me. I looked away, ignoring the tingling I felt.
     
    But then he walked up to me, and said, "Had enough yet?"
     
    I pretended not to hear him, and continued to hope he didn't know it was me. He grabbed my arm, and walked me out, pulling off my mask.
     
    "Hey!" I gasped angrily, my arm burning where he held me. "How did you know it was me?"
     
    I frowned with indignation and Morgan laughed and let go of my arm. "You do know I've got cameras all over this place, right? And that you were the only one in there wearing a white mask?"
     
    "Hmmph," I snorted derisively. "I hope you don't think I liked what was going on in there."
     
    Morgan's tone was light and uncaring. "No, it was quite clear you hated what you saw."
     
    I sneaked a sideways glance at him. "Hmm."
     
    He didn't seem to be sarcastic, but he seemed to be laughing at me silently.  "And why exactly did you hate it?"
     
    This was exactly the chance I was looking for! I launched into a slightly tipsy tirade as we walked into a nearby cafe and sat in a quiet corner. I told him how inhumane it was, how barbaric that the girl was being treated like an animal, how all men were pigs...
     
    "Hang on," he interrupted me. "You did notice there were women in the crowd too, who were having fun?"
     
    "Hmm. Well, fine, the whole BDSM crowd are pigs. And the poor woman was being whipped! In public! Naked! Why would she allow that? Why would someone do that to her?"
     
    Morgan was looking at me steadily, his chocolate eyes glinting under the warm cafe lights. "Did you notice she seemed to be having fun? And how about the fact that she didn't ask him to stop, and she seemed to be enjoying the whole thing?"
     
    I stared into his eyes and felt myself sinking. "People are nuts." That appeared to be the only explanation.
     
    Morgan shook his head seriously. "There are some people who really enjoy this kind of thing. Not necessarily being whipped in public, but just being a submissive, and allowing their man to take care of them."
     
    "Sure, maybe some wimps, or some gold-diggers, desperate to please their rich dude."
     
    "You'd be