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peered into the gloom, looking both to her left and right.
    A small row of lights snaked along the floor, like the kind you would find in a movie theater. Just bright enough to help you find your way.
    From the pattern of the lights, the hallway curved around on both sides, and made a giant circle.
    She could imagine the floor above with a large circular gallery allowing members to look down and watch whatever was going on down here on the Big Top of Basement 4.
    A spotlight flared to life to her left and she blinked hard, letting her eyes adjust. The light centered over a St. Andrew’s cross and a large nearby table with drawers underneath.
    Another spotlight to the right of the first blinked on and showed a set of hanging bondage hooks suspended from large beams. Chains and various rings hung from the beams off to either side of the hooks, just waiting for various types of play.
    More spotlights flickered on in quick succession. Without leaving the elevator, she really couldn’t see what each play area held.
    She huffed at her ridiculous fears and forced herself forward, heading to the right, where Master Brent had gone.
    As she followed the curving path, play areas were sectioned off on her left. As she advanced they became larger, and the equipment more ominous. She spotted a spanking horse, a set of stocks like those she imagined would be found in a medieval town to punish the disobedient and lawbreakers, a few bondage beds and tables, and even a hot tub with bondage hooks and various large rings suspended over it.
    She’d seen equipment like this at the other dungeon, but unease pricked along her spine at the possibilities of what could go on down here. Master Brent had said most things legal were fair game, but she knew that even legal things could encompass a very wide range of kink.
    The imagery of being a fairy princess carried off to her doom returned, and she shivered as she remembered her silent wish for an erotic doom. But oddly, even with the ominous assortment of equipment down here, she suspected Master Brent would turn any play erotic and fun.
    The thought stopped her and she turned to face the play area on her left. A spanking bench was positioned next to what looked suspiciously like a coffin, and several electronic devices she couldn’t even begin to identify.
    Just what went on down here under the superexclusive Big Top?
    She tried to be repulsed at the possibilities of what the coffin could be used for, but the curl of arousal that tightened inside her pelvis told her she was at least curious.
    “Are you all right?”
    Master Brent’s voice startled her, and she tore her gaze away from the coffin and turned toward him.
    He stood just down the curved hallway from her, wearing a concerned expression.
    She realized how distressed she must look with her posture rigid and her hands clamped together. She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. “I’m…trying to take it all in.”
    He nodded as if she didn’t sound like a scared child, and walked toward her. As he neared, it felt like his soothing, protective energy reached out and wrapped around her, loosening her tight muscles and stroking her in deep, intimate places. She couldn’t help but meet his intense gaze as he closed in on her.
    He gestured toward the coffin in an offhand manner. “Several people have a fantasy about being with a vampire, or being one themselves, so this setup is quite popular. In fact, we might have to invest in a few more.”
    “Wow,” was all she could manage while she continued to stare at the display.
    “Don’t get me wrong—I know a lot of people enjoy a good vampire movie or novel, but the whole vampire sinking fangs into someone and drinking their blood doesn’t flip my switch.” He chuckled, which made the muscles in her shoulders relax for some reason.
    Possibly because if it wasn’t something Master Brent enjoyed he’d never ask her to participate?
    She knew it was an actual fetish. In her old