<em>Dark-Dale Lester: October 16th 12:22 AM- Fucking Gulch</em><br/><br/>A devious smile crossed over Dark’s face as Indigo took his arm and invited him to lead the way. He did so with pleasure, leading her up the stairs to the main lobby. As they passed Bert’s station, Dark stopped for a moment to agree on a safe word there in Bert’s presence, a habit he’d adopted since his first visit to the Gulch when Bert had mistaken the sounds of rough sex for the sounds of rape. It had taken six stitches to close the gash left by the butt of his shotgun.<br/><br/>“Her safe word will be ‘Valhalla‘. Does that work for both of you?” Dark asked, making no pretense that it was little more than a formality to include Bert.<br/><br/>Once that piece of business was taken care of, Dark led Indigo up the second set of stairs to the attic. He knew the way by heart, Room Number Six.<br/><br/>“Wait here.” Dark told Indigo, slipping his arm from hers before going inside and inspecting things. Once he was satisfied that the equipment was clean and not recently used. He turned on his heel back to the open door. “Now, I want you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl in here.”<br/><br/>As Dark waited for Indigo to do as she was instructed, he pulled out his bill fold and pulled off a crisp hundred dollar bill, crumpling it into a wad in his fist and then tossing the crumpled bill in her path. He repeated this process again as she grew closer, using the wadded up bills like a trail of breadcrumbs to lead her inside.