The lights were dim, casting long shadows across the sleek, polished floors of The Atrium, an exclusive BDSM club where only the most elite watched, judged, and played.
Tonight, she was the entertainment.
She stood inside the Glass Room, a transparent, soundproofed cube at the center of the lounge. People lingered around it, sipping expensive whiskey, their eyes locked on her as if she were nothing more than an exhibit. An object. A possession. A toy.
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