Micheal chuckled as they headed towards the back wall and the small bar that sat nestled in one of the corners of the Sanctuary.  The bartender, a tall, wiry black man in a stark white-faced porcelain mask, nodded his greetings to the pair and Micheal pointed at one of the brandy bottles on the top shelf.  The bartender looked at Nora expectantly and Micheal smirked.<br/><br/>"What do you want to drink?"<br/><br/>Once her order had been placed and the bartender had set their glasses in front of them, Micheal considered her questions.  There was not much to be said about the rules or how everything worked but it was still enough that perhaps it could all wait til the morning when getting into the particulars.  He took a sip of the amber brandy, swirling the liquid lazily in the crystalline glass as they talked.<br/><br/>"Consent is the highest rule here.  If someone has reservations about it, it doesn't happen.  Period.  No one is forced to work here or be here.  If someone is uncomfortable, they are shown out but often, these people have to express an.... eagerness to get inside.  We don't just cater to everyone after all."<br/><br/>He punctuated his point by pointing his glass towards a couple who were sitting together in one of the tables. The man was handcuffed to the chair, his arms behind him. The woman was dressed richly in a velvet gown, her black stockinged legs propped up on the fully nude man's lap.  She was teasing him with her heeled feet and legs, driving him to dizzying heights of ecstasy or so it seemed by the way he was moaning.  Both were masked.  Micheal grinned and whispered to her.<br/><br/>"That's Robert Lancaster, the CEO of Pentex, one of the biggest plastic companies in the country.  The woman with him in Victoria Sylvester.  You probably know her from the 9 o'clock news."<br/><br/>He took another sip and smirked, that all-knowing look gleaming in his dark eyes.<br/><br/>"But down here, everyone is nameless.  Hence, the masks.  But I am curious... what experience do you have with BDSM?"<br/><br/>As the conversation started to turn down a private path, the blonde woman who was watching them moved a bit closer to listen.  She was discreet about her approach and they didn't seem to notice her.  She was a beautiful woman, leggy and pale-skinned.  She was masked as well, in a simple feathered affair that covered her whole face save for her eyes.  She was a regular at the club, a rich debutante who had her eyes not only on Micheal but the power he yielded.  Dressed in a red dress with a long slit that run up to her stockinged thighs, she sat down at a nearby table and listened while she enjoyed her drink and planned.