<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - Basement lounge</em><br/><br/><strong>“Oh!”</strong>A surprised little shriek escaped Indigo’s throat as the cold glass teased her back. When she turned, a man slipped an arm around her frame and pulled her closer.<strong>“Oh… well good evening mr. Dark… Very well, lead the way…”</strong>Indigo slipped off the bar stool and put her arm into his to follow him up to the dungeon room. He was not the kind of man to waste time on pleasantries, but he was generous to those that managed to please him. She had him a few times  before.