<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Fetish club<br/>Waking up to her surroundings.</strong><br/>Victor looked hurt at her not even deigning to touch his hand. He looked at it as if he was unsure whether his hand smelled; indeed, he even put it under his nose and sniffed.<br/>"Really?", he looked crestfallen. "See, no reason to lie about preferences. And I could lick you as good as any girl... but I get it when I'm not considered worthy. Still, this was... I dunno, mean? Underestimating my intelligence? I'm a sub, but not dumb, ya know? You did pass through the bouncers somehow. And they know us regulars by face; only way to get inside is with a membership card, or if they knew you. Random people don't just wade in - no paparazzi, thanks all that's holy!"<br/>He shrugged and turned around, his shoulders sagging. Which meant he didn't get to see the other woman that had just attracted Susan's attention.<br/>If she looked into a bad mirror, five years ago or so, she might well see this face.