Warwick moved into the main meeting hall. He had long ago converted it into his and the societies personal dungeon, keeping it under lock and key. He dragged Autumn inside, pushing her up against the wall as he began kissing down her neck, his hands running along her body. The society made no attempt to hide their equipment, lining the walls with whips, paddles, riding crops and shackles. In one corner was a a wooden X, shackles at each end.