This whole building reeks of sex.

But what else do you expect? The pleasantly modest décor on the exterior of the estate only proves that the building itself its an after thought. A mere housing for the debauchery inside. In fact, you probably wouldn't think much of it, if it weren't for the loud commotion happening behind the hedges, and the gold doorknocker, that on second glance is a mouth holding a collar and gag between its smiling teeth.

The attendant at the door takes the heavy envelope from your hands, looking over the neat calligraphy that spells out your invitation. He hands it back to you, and smiles.

"Up the stairs, ma'am," he says, "They'll be expecting you."

The entry way is elaborate, if dated. The gold and white marble spills down the stairs, broken up by blood red carpet and black banisters. There are doors leading to the staff area, closets with toys, outfits, bindings, whatever one could want, all at the disposal of the invitees. A large stone doorway leads down to the dungeon, a harsher, less distinctive place than your destination. A woman in a black leather bikini with a red collar, and leather bracelets and anklets with metal rings takes your coat, before you make your way up the stairs.

Your heels click and clack against the marble. Up, and up you go. You pass a floor of bedrooms, some closed off, some open for everyone to see as temptingly sinful acts take place. Another flight of stairs. You're finally there. The top floor. The Upper Floor. To your left, there's a billiard room, filled with a smoky haze as men and women play games with slaves. To your right, a more formal "dining" area, though there seems to be no food in sight. Along the hallway are doors for private lessons, formal punishments, exclusive fun.

If only you could choose which space to go to. Alas, you are hear with a purpose. You look at your invitation again. Your final destination is right there.

(Who are you? Why were you invited? Are you a regular who knows the attendants by name? Or is this your first time? Are you receiving a lesson? or teaching one? Did you bring a slave of your own? Are you the proverbial "main course" for a table of important people finishing a deal? Do you have a score to settle in the game room? Or were you invited to watch, to take it in while you decide on the future of your membership? Creativity is encouraged.)