As an occasional visitor to the Fetish Fun Palace (as she sometimes jokingly called it) and picker up of them kinky kuntacts, Adrienne had seen some wannabe Dommes swinging their butts on the barstools, but the redhead woman seemed to be the real deal, although her girl was oddly out of dresscode. Either the girl was ill or she didn't know what was expected within the s/m lifestyle. Sashaying along the bar a little bit away, Adrienne tried to size up who the two were and at the same time get over the snubbing remarks she had gotten from a woman at the ladies' room half an hour before. "So you're pretending to be one of the gals?" the chick had said, "with that dragging skirt and an overthick eyeliner? You Lady Gaga or something? Just some cheesy drag queen, I tell you" and she had basically pointed her out of the room, out of the women's preserve.<br/><br/>Being rejected and laughed at for her efforts to pass as a woman had hurt, and Adrienne had taken a quick, critical look at herself in the mirror of a hallway, picked up the eyeliner and the lipstick to refine her appearance. Tightening the skirt and adjusting her breast fill-ins, she had returned to the main floor, which was getting nice and thick with people. She took a look at the contest of the two bound escape artists showing on the video screen. Felina seemed to be sneezing somehow, her eyes dripping and her face matted with sweat and droplets of snot, it looked difficult considering the rigid hogtie she was in, while the other contender was kneeling at a wooden frame, like a praying chair, ring gagged and trying to break out of strict ropes on her arms and waist.<br/><br/>She took her gaze off the video scvreen and noticed that the younger girl in the lanky, cheaper outfit was falling asleep, leaning at the chest of the Domme, who seemed to be reaching for something in her handbag. Their eyes met and for some reason Adrienne felt that she wanted to know where the pair were heading. She sauntered over to them, her hips swinging. "Hello, your girl seems a bit sleepy!" she offered, smiling. "If you took her here to dance it might have been the wrong night...should we try to wake her?"