It's the first night for our new customers. In a strange DnD like conincidence, all our new customers arrive at the same time and all meet at the bar. Once there a big blonde bad ass bear babe with a russian accent directs them to the far wall towards a pair of bouncer types. Those bounces check their ID's and memberships before making a call on the radio.<br/><br/>After this call they usher you upstairs and go back to holding the throng of people back on the dance floor. You walk up a set of dark stairs until you reach one turn then the stairs brighten up, leaving to another bouncer. He opens the door and out steps a tall muscluar panther woman. She's dressed in what can be described as a sports bra/tank top combo a pair of "tomb Raider" kaki shorts with the straps of her thong way over the waist line.<br/><br/>She waits for you all to stop before she smiles.<br/><br/>"Welcome to your first night to the real Binding Pleasures. Being your first night, I am here to tell you the rules. One: our pets are our property. Don't hurt them, we have no problem. Two: Pets can tell you no if your likes and their limits crash. You get a pet who is just being stubborn you get me or leave a message for me. Three: What happens at Binding Pleasures stays at Binding Pleasures. Our pets don't talk about work outside of it. Customers shouldn't either. And last, please enjoy yourselves in an atmospher of like minded indiviuals. Now, please come in."<br/><br/>She leads you into the bar area and guestures towards each section. Suggesting they explore before going and finding a play mate.