Avery’s POV As soon as I step into Velvet, I am bathed in crimson light. Soft, sensual music played from the overhead speakers but they barely drowned out the sound of flesh pounding against flesh in the rooms. The place is packed with naked and half-naked club members: the Doms are wearing leather, dragging their subs on their long collar leashes. The air reeks of sin, debauchery and leather. “Avery, there you are! He’s been waiting for you in the temperature room for twenty minutes now. He’s getting angsty,” Lady Aphrodite’s voice breaks through the chaos to reach me. “Sorry, I was late. I couldn’t get away from work,” I say, pulling away my coat to reveal my outfit: body-con leather corset, fishnets, long boots. A man sitting nearby, shyly, regards me with a licentious gaze. I smile at him before heading down the hallway to find Gideon. I walk past boldly-titled rooms: Dungeon room, punishment room, voyeur room, mirror room, wet rooms, electro play room, and the a
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