Isla's face lights up, but thankfully she's shrouded in shadow enough to play it off as if it's nothing.  She winces when the suited man smacks the hanging woman once more.  Isla knew she had to get Megan out of there -and fast. She looks to the right, checking the open and closed rooms.  There Rack room was closed, the swing room was occupied....what was left? O god...the Sybian room. Isla shakes her head, -ok shit she couldn't put the Lawyer from zero to a fuckin' Sybian...<br/><br/>She pants the other half of the room, every room was taken but one. The Room open was nothing special, but given the choice between a Sybian, and simply hooks on the cieling..she'd take her chances with some rope and go with it.<span style="color: olive">"This way."</span>She grasps Megans hand tightly, and makes a bee line past the 'show' on the main stage heading towards the empty room.  Isla stands close to Megan, keeping the lawyer close protectively. Isla opens the door, and lets Megan in. Another loud CRACK of the cattle prod is heard before the messenger pulls Megan in to the room and shuts the door behind them.<br/><br/>The room is small, painted a deep crimson red, and is fairly empty.  There is a cabinet on the right side of the room, and a love seat next to it. In the middle of the room is a large circular 'bed'. Above it out of eye sight, is countless metal hooks , just waiting for O rings.On the other side of the room is a small bar.<span style="color: olive">"Take a seat."</span>Isla purrs letting go of  Megans hand, letting the lawyer decide where she'd like to sit. Without a word , she makes her way to the bar and pours two double shots of whiskey.   She pours some directly into her mouth while she thinks Megan isn't looking...truth be told, Islas nerves were just as bad.<br/><br/>She genuinally had a gut feeling that ..maybe she and the Layer would actually have a lot in common....maybe. Or maybe not..she wasn't sure but she was about to find out...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>