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

She blinked, 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 opened the door to reveal a rather ordinary-looking front vestibule with another wide door behind him. “Go ahead and have fun, sweetheart.”

Fun? She nodded and tottered on her heels 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 as a dance floor on one side and a full-length bar on the other. Bar. Definitely bar. She could have a drink and maybe talk up the bartender. A quick glance around the darkened room, highlighted by deep purple lights from high 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 woman dressed in a full leather outfit leaned over, her full breasts spilling out 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 nodded and tipped back the drink, sputtering just a little. “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.

“You bet. Just have some fun, and remember you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. The play rooms are all over the house, and if there’s a red sign on the door, it can’t be closed. You can just watch if you want,” Jennie said, moving down the bar as somebody caught her attention.

Good advice. Definitely. Dana took the second shot and let the alcohol heat her body.

“Hello.” A man appeared at her elbow. “We haven’t met.”

She partially turned. The guy was about fifty with shrewd eyes and an iron-hard body. He wore leather pants and a red leather vest that showed muscled arms. “I’m Dana.”

“Charles.” He held out a hand to shake and kept hers a moment longer than necessary. “You here to explore a little bit?”