<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Fetish club<br/>Waking up to her surroundings.</strong><br/>He smirks instead of going away.<br/>"I've never hear it called like this. You want to eat somebody, or somebody to eat you?"<br/>He looks even more nervous while adding.<br/>"I could, uh, help if you're looking for someone to eat you, you know what I mean? My Mistress, Persephone, chased me away last night, you know!"<br/>At about this time, you notice some gal entering. She's pocketing a card and laughing with some friends, while disrobing to show some tight latex...clothes under her coat.<br/>"...so only the new guys have to show them the cards? They know you all by face, or..."<br/>The rest is lost in the noise, and the whimpering of Mr. Suit. He finally finds the audacity to extend his hand.<br/>"I'm Victor. Can I sit?"