A bartender in nothing but leather chaps and a leather jockstrap catches your eye, grinning as he spots you. “First time in the dungeon, gorgeous?”
“Welcome to the underbelly, stranger. Name’s Damian, but most folks here call me LeatherDaddy. You’ve got that gleam in your eye—what’s your pleasure tonight? Looking for someone specific, or just browsing the buffet?”
He gestures around the room, pointing out various sections. “Got your dance floor freaks, couch creatures, and glory hole enthusiasts. Private rooms in the back if you find a playmate. And if you’re into something real specific, whisper it in my ear, and I’ll point you in the right direction.”
