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My breath catches, and heat pools low in my belly. I remember the place now with the naked servers. A forbidden floor...my mind spins with the possibilities. Philippe watches me, a muscle twitching in his jaw as if waiting to see how I'll react.
"Show me," I whisper, meeting his gaze.
Surprise flickers in his eyes before a slow, dangerous smile curves his lips. He takes my hand and leads me to the elevator, nodding to the guards. The guards move aside, and Philippe follows the security protocols. The doors slide open silently.
We step out onto a floor shrouded in shadows, lit by fairy lanterns and cloud lanterns descending from a faux ceiling—large, rich velvet curtains from an entirely different era cascade open from both left and right.
Flanked on both sides of the pathway are men and women in almost naked form, wearing nothing but accessories. A woman stands with her hands held above her head, holding a tray of champagne, her breasts raised to the sky, her hips arched outwards.
She wears nothing but a large string of diamonds, a glittering cat eye mask and high heels. By her side, a naked man wears a beltwith dangling fruit and the wig of Adam. On his head rests a tray of fruit.
Two nude waiters and waitresses wearing only feathered wings greet us as we cross the hallway, offering more champagne. I accept one, the bubbles fizzing down my throat and turn to Philippe.
"Well?" I prompt, a thrill running through me. "What happens here?"
Philippe steps closer, bending to brush his lips against my ear. "Here, Tatiana," he purrs, "anything you desire."
And then, he draws aside the curtains.
The air is thick with the heady scent of exotic perfumes and the sweet, lingering smoke of indulgent cigars. The sound of lively jazz permeates the air, weaving through the raucous laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses.
Almost naked dancers, adorned in skimpy costumes that seem to defy gravity, twirl and sway in sync with the seductive rhythm, their movements a mesmerizing spectacle.
At the heart of the floor, a grand carousel adorned with twinkling lights beckons like a beacon of a playground in action. Mirrored walls reflect the swirling colors, creating an illusion of infinite indulgence.
Around the periphery, enticing stalls and booths offer a cornucopia of delights – from exotic elixirs concocted by skilled mixologists to games of chance that promise euphoric winnings. Fortune tellers with mysterious eyes beckon the curious, offering glimpses into the fate that awaits each.
My eyes widened as I take in the scene before me. Couples and groups are strewn about on plush couches and against pillars, limbs entangled, moans and cries of pleasure echoing through the room.
In the center of it all is a raised platform draped in red silk. A woman reclines upon it, writhing and whimpering as two men caress her body, their hands sliding over every inch of bare skin. I watch in awe as the woman's body surrenders to their touch, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
The men, with their sculpted physiques and commanding presence, dominate her with an air of confidence that sends shivers down my spine. Their hands glide over her soft curves, fingertips tracing the contours of her body as they explore every inch of her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
My eyes widen further as I notice the intricate bondage restraints adorning the woman's wrists and ankles. Fine leather straps wrap around her limbs, holding her in a position of surrender. The contrast between vulnerability and liberation is palpable, and yet she smiles through it all, intoxicated by the pleasure that courses through her veins.
My heartrate increases at the sight, and an electric jolt surges through my veins. The woman's eyes are closed, lost in a sea of sensations, as her body responds eagerly to the touch of her captors. One man trails his fingers along her curves, teasing and tantalizing every inch of flesh, while the other hovers above her, his whip poised in the air.
The crack of the whip slices through the air, followed by a resonating gasp from the woman. A pink welt blooms on her tender skin, contrasting against the pale canvas of her body. She arches into the pain, a sensuous smile playing on her lips as if inviting more.
Heat floods my cheeks even as a throb of arousal pulses between my legs. I grip Philippe's arm. "Is this..." I falter, shocked at how husky my voice sounds. "Is this what always happens here?"
Philippe's gaze remains on the spectacle, a muscle in his jaw twitching. "Not always," he says after a beat. "But it is not uncommon." His hand slides down to rest over mine, his touch searing. "We cater to all tastes on the forbidden floor, Tatiana. Even the most kinkiest of desires."
I lick my lips, unable to look away from the scene before me. A part of me wants to flee from this place, my upbringing warring with the curiosity and longing unfurling inside me. But Philippe's steady presence at my side grounds me and reassures me. I know I can explore this world and remain untainted.
As long as I'm with him.
I drain my glass of champagne, warmth and giddiness spreading through my veins. The air itself seems charged with sex and sin, accosting my senses. I breathe it in, the scents of sweat and arousal, and a moan escapes me.
Philippe's gaze burns into my profile, but I keep my eyes on the writhing tableau before us. Every gasp and cry feeds the ache inside me, and I press my thighs together, shocked at my body's reaction yet unable to suppress it.
A man's guttural groan shatters the air as he reaches his climax, and I shiver, imagining the sensations that brought him to that point. A woman cries out in ecstasy, her back arching in abandon, and I envy her for a moment, coveting such careless pleasure.
I've touched myself before in the darkness of night, quick and furtive, but I never imagined this. Such open sensuality, a feast for the senses to drown in, no holds barred. It's decadent, primal, freeing.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Philippe murmurs, bending close. His breath caressing my neck, and I close my eyes, struggling not to sway into him.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze, blue eyes dark with desire and something more. Possession. I smile, slow and sultry, emboldened by the atmosphere.
