<div class="floatleft"> (http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Male%20Rp%20Characters/Jean.jpg)</div>1763, as the dungeon was named, was a nondescript building in an industrial-looking area situated just outside of Atlanta. Fairly isolated, the parking lot was packed with cars, despite the late hour. It was nearing ten and most of the building – touted as the biggest public dungeon in Georgia – was hosting a newcomers meet and greet. The fees normally associated with membership were waived and though no public play was allowed, even people without others to vouch for them had been invited to come, mingle, and ask questions.<br/><br/>Standing outside the building, Jean Patraus struck quite an intimidating figure. Wearing a simple formfitting black t-shirt and jeans, with matching boots, he looked to be a hard man. His short hair suggested ex-military, or someone who kept a cleanly disciplined life, and his weathered skin indicated that he was probably in his 40s, if not perhaps just a smidge older. Despite that, he looked astonishingly fit. A few inches over six feet, he fit the image most thought of when they discussed “dominant types.” As the door opened beside him, allowing several people dressed in casual clothes outside for a smoke break, it became rapidly evident that Jean was not the norm. Like the rest of the world, people into alternative lifestyles came in a wide variety of shapes and sizes.<br/><br/>Smiling easily, the crinkles around his blue eyes somehow making him seem younger, not older, Jean spoke with each person by name before they wandered off for private conversation to go with their cigarettes – or whatever they were smoking. Normally the dungeon didn’t allow anyone intoxicated on anything inside, but since there was no play tonight, some standards were slightly relaxed.<br/><br/>Jean wasn’t the door man. He was waiting for someone. He’d been  contacted online by a couple – no pictures, few details – curious about coming out. Apparently they’d heard of him. Jean had something of a reputation in the community for knowing people, having been in the Lifestyle for a while and thus being familiar with a wide variety of kinks and how to instruct others on exploring them safely – and was somewhat used to newcomers reaching out. This particular pair was running a little late, or so it seemed to Jean, and he was about to head inside to mingle. As much as he enjoyed informing others, there was only so much he was willing to do for a random couple looking to have kinky sex with his guidance.<br/><br/>It wasn’t like he expected to get anything personal out of it, after all.<br/>