There was a double portal closed by a black curtain at the end of that corridor. Andrew stopped in front of the cloth and opened it, revealing a room with purple illumination. The color seemed to have awakened Cathy from her little moment of reverie. The lounge was spacious and decorated in a similar way to the rest of the club - art deco neoclassicism with neon lights. In the center of the room was a woman hanging horizontally, sideways, by meticulously tied ropes that immobilized her arms, legs, and torso. Oddly enough, from her hip to her thigh there were seven candles in a row, burning bright as the hot wax melted down her skin. She was hissing, probably because of the candles, but also moaning frantically, which made Cathy realize she had a vibrator between her legs. She was so enchan
