The library was always quiet on a Saturday night. Hell, you wouldn't be here either if you and your friend didn't have an exam on Monday. The two of you study late into the night, hoping that if you just read a little more, just get past this one section, you'll feel ready. You get up to grab a book of the shelf, but when you pull it, a slip of paper falls off. It's a puzzle, and a phone number. You take it to your friend, excited for the change of pace. It doesn't take long to solve it. "What should we do?" she asks. "I guess we call." you swallow your nerves as you dial the number. It picks up immediately, though no one speaks. You say the answer to the riddle, and the gruff voice speaks back. "Meet under the bridge on Elmwood in half an hour."

You know you shouldn't, it's a risk. But you've been good all night, and the two of you are dying to do something bad. You pack your bags, dropping them in your rooms and going to the meeting point. A black limo pulls up. A tall women with red hair gets out, and invites you in. She hands you each a box. "A gift." she smiles. Inside is new lingerie for each of you. Your friend looks nervous. "Put it on." the woman says. Her tone does not invite questions. The limo parks you in front of a building you've never seen before.

The woman gets out first. "This is your last chance to turn back. If you step out of this car, you are agreeing to listen. To obey. This is the final destination of your evening, but the beginning of your journey."

Now, you sit on your knees, blindfolded, your hands tied behind your back. In the room next door, you hear the sound of a flog against flesh, your friend, moaning in pain and pleasure. The door opens, and a man's voice speaks. "She is ready for you to join her."