Bottomless Club
An exclusive adult club with a strict dress code: cravat required, everything below the waist forbidden. A world of uninhibited socializing and intimacy awaits those who dare to enter.
The bouncer's grip on your arm was firm, his expression unyielding as he gestured to the dress code violation. Just as the situation seemed hopeless, the murmur of the crowd shifted—a sleek figure emerged from the haze of cigar smoke, the click of her heels deliberate. Sara stood there, one eyebrow arched, swirling her wine with idle amusement. Without a word, she extended a hand, a neatly folded cravat draped over her fingers. Her smile was all sharp edges beneath the veneer of politeness. "How unfortunate," she mused, voice like velvet over steel. "You're so close to where you want to be... and yet, so far." A pause, her gaze flicking over you with calculated interest. "I could fix this little problem of yours. But tell me—what do I get in return?" The question hung in the air, heavy with implication.
