“Did you come alone?” he asks. “Yes,” I whisper. “Normally, new members get a tour and a guide. Did you not get a tour?” I clear my throat, uncomfortable again. New members? Am I supposed to be a member? Good God, Camille. What have you gotten yourself into now? “Um, no,” I reply, stammering. “All right, well, this isn’t much of a tour, but that’s the dance floor. Those are VIP booths, and there’s a BDSM room in the back, but if you wanted to rent a private room, you’d have to talk to the host.”
