She huffs out a laugh. “Nooo. Power bottom. Think I can count on one hand the number of times he’s topped, at least that he’s told me about.”

That gives Rowan pause. “You’re friends?”

“Mm-hmm. Well, as close to it as I think he lets people get, anyway. We’ve both been here a long time.”

Rowan doesn’t know what she means by as close as he lets people get, but he nods. “So what’s so special about him being here tonight if he comes all the time?”

“He booked the Black Room for the entire night.”

Again, like that’s supposed to mean something to Rowan.

“Black Room?”

He mentally runs through the list of themed rooms that Clover had mentioned but is drawing a blank.

“Unofficially, the gangbang room.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

Rowan feels his cheeks flame up and hates himself for it. He’s literally become a member of a sex dungeon and is being escorted by a woman dressed more or less as a dominatrix, and here he is blushing at the thought of a gangbang.

“So… is that something anyone can join in on?” Rowan hedges.

“Yes and no. He’s done it a few times in the past, and each time he’s picked the participants. You’re free to go to the room later tonight to see if he’s interested, though it’s usually quite crowded, and only a handful get chosen. It starts at eight.”

“Got it.”

Jesus.

This guy must be a literal god if he has to hand select people to fuck him from a lineup. Camilla hasn’t said anything about his physical description, but Rowan’s picturing some tall, dark, and handsome man with bulging muscles straight out of a Chippendale’s calendar. It’s not Rowan’s usual type. He prefers someone at least a little scrappy and imperfect, but if this guy’s as good as he sounds, Rowan can get on board with whatever he looks like.

The fourth floor is styled similarly to the ground floor, all dark walls and décor with golden accents and tastefully placed strips of white and blue lights. About half of the patrons are walking around in various states of undress, and it has Rowan’s pulse quickening. A tall, thin man wearing a mesh top and tight leather pants walks past him with a wink before grinding on a group of guys on the dance floor opposite the bar, and Rowan thinks he might like this place a whole lot.