“Are the rooms ready for the classes?” she asked Luke, ignoring the little tingle through her right side as she brushed by him. Once they’d had Luke’s influx of cash to play with, Patrick and Michael had decided to rush construction so they could have a soft open before the New Year’s Eve official opening gala. Part of the soft open included the new class of submissives getting their introduction here rather than at Stronghold, which would give Olivia and her helpers a chance to test out the new private rooms and give feedback. She was using her Baby Doms as helpers; they’d all recently passed the new Dom class and she’d told them all that the best way to prove they’d learned everything was to use it for teaching. Under her watchful eye.

“Completely finished and stocked,” Luke said, and even though she was walking up the stairs ahead of him she could hear the smile in his voice.

Even as she tried not to think about whether or not he was staring at her ass, she could feel her hips giving a little extra swing to her step.

“Good.” She cleared her throat, realizing she was venturing a little too close to sounding completely unfriendly. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, ma’am.”

If only he knew how close she was to ordering him to his knees and demanding he do everything.

“Olivia stop being so slow! You have to come see this room, it’s amazing!” Lexie popped her head out of the first door on the right in the hall, blue eyes bright with anticipation. “The little girls and their Bigs are going to love this!”

“The room across the hall is for the little boys and their Bigs,” Luke said easily from behind Olivia, sounding only a little awkward with the terminology for the age-play kinksters.

“Let me guess, one is blue and one is pink,” she said, torn between amusement and resignation. Part of her wanted to insist blue didn’t have to be for boys and some girls didn’t liked pink, but she knew most of the age players liked to play heavily into gender stereotypes. Those that liked to cross them would just choose the room they preferred. Having strongly stereotyped rooms would actually make them all pretty happy, and that was what was important.

Stepping into the little girls’ room, she almost came to a full stop, blinking.

It really was a dream come true for the Baby Girls in the club and their mommies or daddies; a naughty, perverted, frilly, pink dream come true. Even Olivia got a little nostalgic pain. When she was eight, she would have killed for this room—without all the naughty extras and the baby themed stuff.