Unsure of what to expect from a ´Club´, I am reassured by the surroundings: a crowd of people humming around a bar, chatting, drinking, some dancing. Various doors off, lead to darkened rooms. A smell of chlorine, suggests a pool or jacuzzi somewhere close by, as do couples wandering around wearing only a towel.
“Want to look around, Charlotte? We can show you around if you like, or just have a wander if you prefer."
“I´ll look around myself, Master."
“Fine, Michael and I will be over here by the bar."
The two start chatting with a group of people who they obviously know of old. Or to be precise, my Master talks, whilst Michael stands and listens. He seldom says much.
Drink in hand, I sip, as I amble aimlessly around the floor, peering down the dark corridors. Several strange guys, so
