“Emerson,” Jack says as he greets him. “I’m so honored that you came.” The woman puts her hands out to hug Jack. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She’s a stunning woman, I would guess in her midforties, with long, thick brown hair and a kind smile. Something about her looks down-to-earth and relatable, like she might feel as out of her element here as I do. After the hug, Jack turns toward me. “Camille, this is Emerson and Charlotte Grant. They own the greatest kink club in the United States.”
