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The two women walked together down a long hallway. Sienna tried not to think about her throbbing feet that screamed with each step for release from the too-tight heels. The plush Oriental rug runner and beautifully framed oil paintings along the walls made the atmosphere feel like they were headed into a fancy dinner party, not a sleazy s*x room.
A closed door at the end of the hallway stood ominously before them. Sienna tried to slow their pace, but Maddie was pulling her forward, obviously excited to get to whatever was on the other side of the dark, heavy door.
Rather than a filthy club atmosphere––complete with stripper poles and several writhing orgy piles––as Sienna had been half-expecting, the main clubroom had the appearance of an oversized, comfortable study. It boasted a wel
