“You look good.” Ty interrupted his size-up, and he had to tear his gaze away from the way the pants hugged his hips.
“Thank you.” Not owning even one piece of fetish wear, Daniel had dressed in his usual black slacks and a dark gray button-down shirt. “Is there anything I should know?”
“No. Just stick by me, and you’ll get the hang of it. You’re not here as a sub or a pet, so you can talk to whoever you want.”
“Got it.” Daniel followed alongside as they passed by the bouncer and descended into chaos. He couldn’t process everything going on. It would’ve taken hours to figure it all out. There were naked people, semi-naked people, people tied to what he recognized as a St. Andrew’s Cross while other people beat them, and collared people sitting on the floor at the feet of others who pretended they didn’t exist.
“It’s something, ain’t it?” Ty chuckled as he led him to the bar.
“It is a lot to take in.” Daniel didn’t hide his obvious stare. He took a seat at one of the stools at the bar and turned to face the open floor.
“More fun happens in the private rooms, but we’ll hit those later.” Ty gave him a wink and licked his lips.
“I won’t lie. I could sit here all night and stare.” He wished Jesse was here to enjoy it with him. A naked girl chained to a cross on stage was being lashed. That had to be up his partner’s alley.
“You turned on?” Ty asked, getting closer to him.
“More intrigued,” Daniel said, ignoring the man’s advance.
“You’re such a lawyer, having to study everything from every angle. When you decide what you think, I’ll be here.” Ty rolled his eyes.
“In my defense, I would be checking your ass out in those leather pants if there wasn’t so much other fun stuff to distract me.” He took the offered beer but didn’t look away from the two guys across the room, making out and fondling each other.
“Had I known leather did this to you, I would have done it long before now. Next time, I’ll have to wear the leather in a place you can take it off.”
That got Daniel’s attention, and he looked over. “Are you flirting with me?”
“I am.” Ty tipped his beer to his lips.
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