The room within has dark red walls, and there are no visible lights, as the warm strip lights are built into the panels of the wall to reflect along the edges of the room and ceiling.  There are built-on turnbuckles, eye-hooks, and t-bolts in various places along the black ceiling and emerging neatly from the burgundy carpet, and a long golden pole sits on a black-marble tiled patch just left of the stone slab of a bed.  It is topped with a latex mattress and egyptian cotton black sheets.<br/><br/>Dahlia curls her long-nailed finger again, urging Laura inside, then speaks in a low, cool tone.  "we have left the presence of our master, sister.  we can rise now." she offers a slender, pale hand, smiling coyly as she anticipates the pleasures to come.  "This one could not have asked for a more striking and lovely sister," she says softly, (hopefully) helping the lovely blonde to her feet.  "Come, make yourself comfortable, for we will soon be serving the pleasures of our master..."  her words are touched with a tinge of her native Spanish accent.<br/><br/>"this one thinks you will be quite pleased with the selection."  She tilts her face, reaching for the hem of the girl's dress to help her out of it.  "i will listen to your suggestions, if you have one... but if we fail to satisfy the Master, we will be punished..." the long, full lashes of one eye close in a smooth wink, "though there's no guarantee we won't anyway.  But best we hurry."  Dahlia turns and heads for a closet, built into the paneled wall.