Smiling as her new acquisition finally downed the tainted beverage, the redhead relaxed a little and began to explain as she waited for the drugs to kick in.<br/><br/>"This is one of the biggest fetish clubs in the country - maybe<em>the</em>biggest. This bar is quite tame, compared to the main body back that way," she gestured towards a dark archway. "In fact, they're filming a BDSM gameshow of some sort right now - you can watch it on that screen up there."<br/><br/>Sure enough, where most bars would have a screen showing football or some other sport, this showed two tightly bound women struggling against vicious rope work. Even with the revealing outfits and cruel predicament, people seemed to be paying little attention: easily explained by this being a live show from elsewhere in the building - no doubt anyone interested would have gone to join the audience and see the action in person.<br/><br/>"Jealous, girl?" she asked, pointing to the bound, sweating performers on screen - knowing what she had in mind for Zoe, but with only vague theories about how the girl might react and how Felina and her rival might suffer later. All three would hate their ordeals, no doubt; Felina's fame was such everyone knew she was an experienced bondage and escapology star, but how would that blonde girl and Zoe cope? How long before one or other chickened out and tried to safeword, begging for her freedom?<br/><br/>The redhead stifled a chuckle at that, wary of tipping the silly girl off to her fate before the drugs could kick in and render her completely vulnerable for the next stage. In this club, a bit of force and struggling wouldn't be out of place, but it would be a nuisance at best. Just another couple of minutes, she thought, patting her big bag of evil equipment.