The Pleasure Protocol
They arrived at a door marked only with a small brass placard: Testing Facility - Level 3.
Inside, the room took her breath away.
The walls were a soft grey, the lighting carefully designed to be neither harsh nor dim. And everywhere...everywhere, were shelves. Shelves upon shelves of products. Vibrators in every conceivable shape and size, from delicate and elegant to intimidating and complex. Dildos in various materials....silicone, glass, metal, all arranged by color and dimension. Restraints hanging from a display rack: silk cuffs, leather straps, something that looked like it was designed for suspension. There were bottles of lubricant, massage oils, items she couldn't even name. A coll