"Then you best treat me like a proper gentleman." Roman insisted, looking very set on the idea of not just being someone's cheap arm candy. As stated before, he was a sexy and admirable horse - only the finest got to ride him. In a manner of speaking. "You know, 3000 seems like a lot to pay for a club like this when you can get more for your buck elsewhere. They must have good marketing."

Or, as he soon learned when the elevator opened, a very niche clientele. To him, BDSM was just some light rope play and that was kind of it but this was ... out there. He frowned and tilted his head to the side - was that guy dressed like a dog? Huh. Okay. "Woah. Okay... yeah, no, I get it."