There was no way anybody could get by this guy if he didn’t grant access. She handed over her gold-foiled invitation.

He accepted the paper and held up a small tablet to scroll through. “Ah. Miss Millerton. I see that you answered the questionnaire and have signed all of the necessary documents.” He focused on her, still blocking entry. “A couple of quick questions.”

She forced a smile, feeling way too exposed in her scant clothing. Hopefully the questions weren’t about her cover ID. “All right.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Red,” she said instantly.

“Good. If you need help, who do you yell for?” His voice remained kind but firm.

She paused, thinking through the documents she’d read online. “For anybody, but especially the dungeon monitors.” The words felt foreign in her mouth. Should she ask him about Albert? Or was that taboo? She didn’t want to get kicked out before she found her source.

“Good.” The guy stepped back to reveal a rather ordinary-looking front vestibule with another wide door directly across from them. “Go ahead and have fun, sweetheart.”

Fun? She nodded and tottered on her heels across the dark marble to the door, which, somehow, he reached first and opened for her.

“Thank you,” she murmured, instantly hit by a wave of noise and heat. Music blasted from the ceiling, and in front of her, a palatial living room had been set up with a dance floor on one side and a full-length bar on the other. Bar. Definitely bar. She could have a drink and maybe chat up the bartender. A quick glance around the darkened room, highlighted by deep purple lights from far above, didn’t reveal Albert’s location. She didn’t see Wolfe, either. Good.

She made her way through a crowd of people in leather and other gear, finally reaching the bar.

A six-foot-tall female bartender wearing a full leather outfit leaned over, her full breasts spilling out of the tight V-neck. “What can I get you, hon?”

“Tequila. Shot,” Dana said. Should she ask for a double? No.

“Sure thing.” The woman poured a generous shot and pushed it across the inlaid wood. “You a guest tonight?”

Dana tipped back the drink, sputtering just a little as her throat heated. “Yes.”

The woman grinned, revealing a tongue piercing. “You new?”

“Yes.” Dana coughed.

“I’m Jennie.” She tilted her head and poured another shot. “Mistress Jennie.”

Oh yeah. Dana had tried to memorize the appropriate lingo from the online sites. She accepted the second shot, her hand shaking. “Thank you.” Was she supposed to add the “mistress”? The website hadn’t said.