You swing the key up on your bracelet and use it to open up the gray door’s lock. It opens and you step inside.
This room is larger than the last, although the décors the same, sumptuous fabrics, couches, rugs, and candlelight – but in the center of this room a wooden X stands, propped up like an artist’s easel, with an empty X on the opposite side.
A blindfolded man is chained on this, his back to you, fastenings at his wrists and ankles, and a woman holding a whip is standing beside him. She’s trailing her hand down his back, inspecting her recent handiwork. Red stripes crisscross him, and he’s completely n***d while she’s clothed, wearing a sheath dress of black latex, which barely covers her breasts or comes down her thighs.
She looks over her shoulder and spots you and the butler,
