He stood up from his chair and turned to me, extending his hand with a faint smile.
"Come on! Hold my hand, or you'll get lost in the crowd down there on the ground floor."
He said it casually, and I blinked in confusion.
"Ground floor?" I repeated, surprised. "Is there more?"
He chuckled.
"Yes, there's a whole world down there, and there you'll find what you're really looking for."
My heart trembled as I hesitantly placed my hand in his.
His grip was firm but not too strong, and before I could hesitate, he was already leading me through the crowd.
We slipped between the dancers and tables until we reached a guarded staircase hidden in the corner.
Felix took a silver card from his pocket and tossed it at the two stern-looking guards.
Without a word, they stepped aside and let us pass.
The music downstairs was heavier and echoed in my chest as we made our way into new territory.
The atmosphere here was darker, the lights dimmer, more sensual, and the air somehow thicker.
Felix didn't hesitate.
He led me through the crowd, ignoring the suggestive looks and laughter directed at him, until we reached an elegant black door.
Without hesitation, he knocked three times, firmly and rhythmically.
A small peephole opened, and two sharp eyes peered through it.
Felix showed the same silver card, and a second later, the door opened, and we were in.
The change in atmosphere was immediate.
The music here was quieter, yet somehow more erotic, a slow rhythm that seemed to tremble in the air itself.
I gasped quietly.
Girls in skimpy lingerie moved gracefully, some dancing to the music, others serving drinks with seductive smiles.
The lighting was dim, shrouding everything in a sinful golden haze.
This wasn't just a nightclub.
This was a world unto itself... and I'd just entered it.
I felt a wave of doubt as I looked around the dimly lit space, the air thick with desire and secrecy.
I turned to Felix, trying to shake off the feeling that I was in deep trouble.
"So, how do I get a membership here?"
I asked hesitantly.
"Do I buy a card or what?"
He looked at me, his eyes gleaming with something incomprehensible.
"You're not buying a card, Aurora," he said in a low, almost sarcastic voice.
"You've got to prove you're worthy of it."
I stared at him in confusion.
"Worthy? How?"
Before he could answer, a waiter appeared beside us, his presence as calm as the atmosphere of a club.
"Which room do you want?"
The waiter asked, his tone polite but with a touch of familiarity.
Felix barely looked at him and said in a quiet voice "The Black Room."
I raised my eyebrows and looked at him in surprise.
Half joking, half serious, I said, "I'm not interested... in having sex with someone four years younger than me."
Felix laughed richly and amusedly, shook his head, and said in a light tone, "I know, but this room is where you'll sign the contract."
I froze, my stomach churning with anxiety.
"Contract?" I replied softly. "What do you mean by that?"
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if he were confiding a secret.
He said, his eyes meeting mine.
"It's an agreement. You won't divulge anything about this place, the members, or what happens inside. It's a way to keep the club's secrets safe."
I nodded slowly, still unsure what I was getting myself into.
"Okay," I said, biting my lip. "But you told me about it... does that mean you're going to be expelled now or what?"
Felix smiled, but there was no malice in it, just the same calm confidence.
"No, but this club has different membership levels, and my level only allows me to enter this area, this depth."
Omg, how huge this place?
"I can tell you some things but not everything, and I can bring someone in but I can't reveal the deepest secrets, not unless you prove you belong here too."
I absorbed his words, trying to take it all in.
"So, what happens if I want to be promoted?"
I asked, my voice steadying slightly.
Felix's smile widened, and a hint of something more serious and exciting flashed in his eyes.
"That's your decision, but it's not something that happens overnight, Aurora."
Felix leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, as if the walls themselves might be listening.
"This club is divided into four main rooms."
He handed me a glass of champagne, and I held my drink tightly, my heart pounding as I listened.
"First, there's the Black Room. This is our destination now, and this is where new members sign their contracts... Basically, it's your agreement to remain silent about everything you see and hear here, and a few questions about the services you want."
I nodded slowly.
"Then there's the Red Room," he continued, his eyes twinkling. "That's where the real fun lies. The fun and the play... but it all depends on your boundaries. You set your boundaries before you walk through that door, and no one touches you without your consent."
I swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear, curiosity, and shame swirl inside me.
"Then."
He said, his tone growing darker.
"There's the torture room."
I froze.
"Torture?"
I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Felix nodded, his face serious.
"It's not for play, it's for punishment... Anyone who disrespects the club, breaks the rules, or harms others without their consent... will be dragged there. It's not a place you ever want to see inside."
A chill ran down my spine.
"And finally," he said in a low voice, "the leader's room."
I blinked in confusion.
"Leader?"
Felix grinned wickedly.
"Yes, whoever built this place, who owns it... Only Red Card holders and high-level members can enter. This room is arranged exactly as he wants it, and no one knows what goes on inside except the members he personally invites."
I stood there frozen, trying to process everything he had just revealed to me.
Four rooms I know absolutely nothing about...
"Ready?" Felix asked, extending his hand with a sarcastic smile.
"You still have time to leave if you want."
Oh my God, was I ready?
The waiter returned and gave Felix a quick nod before leading us toward a door at the end of the corridor.
The corridor was lit only by a few red lamps hanging from the ceiling, casting a faint ominous light over everything.
When we entered the room, it was much smaller than I expected.
Just a table, two chairs, and a large, leather-bound book in the center.
A few seconds later, a masked figure dressed entirely in black entered, moving with slow, deliberate steps.
I immediately stiffened, my heart pounding in my chest.
I leaned closer to Felix and whispered in panic,
"Are you trying to introduce me to some strange cult or secret religion? What is this?"
Felix let out a quiet laugh and shook his head as he sat nonchalantly.
"No cult, I promise. And like I said, if you don't want this, you can still leave."
I stared at the hooded figure again.
He said nothing, just placed a thick stack of papers in front of me and pointed them at me with his gloved hand for me to read.
I bit my lip.
My instincts screamed at me to leave, but my pride and perhaps a bit of insane curiosity kept me grounded.
After a long moment of self-conflict, I shook my head vigorously.
I wasn't leaving.
The masked figure sat across from me, and when he finally spoke, the voice that came out was a woman's, calm, firm, and strangely reassuring.
"Please, fill out your terms and personal boundaries first before signing the contract."
Oh.
Not some weird religious ritual.
Just... rules and boundaries.
Still shaking a little, I picked up a pen and began reading the papers, slowly and carefully filling in the details of how far I wanted to go.
There were no questions about my personal information.
No real name, no address, nothing like that.
Just...some rules and sexual questions.
Each question was more embarrassing than the last.
"Do you suffer from any STDs?"
No.
"Have you ever had sex?"
No.
"Are you familiar with any sexual techniques?"
No.
"Your boundaries?"
I wrote, I don't know yet, and hesitantly wrote under "Requests and Services"
Sexual Teacher.
Afterwards, I looked at the contract and, without reading its contents, passed the papers to her.
As soon as I finished, the masked woman passed a small, flat device across the table toward me.
"Put your finger here."
She ordered, and I hesitated, but Felix nodded encouragingly.
I swallowed hard and pressed the tip of my finger against the scanner.
A quiet beep sounded, and that was it.
My fingerprint was forever imprinted on their system.
As the woman gathered the papers, I frowned and said
"Wait... you never asked me for my ID cards?."
The woman, her face still hidden behind her mask, simply said,
"The boss's teachings. Names and faces can easly change, but a fingerprint will never change."
I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I was officially part of something now.
And if i was dragged to some cult, then oh-my-god.
The woman placed the completed contract in a black folder, closed it neatly and stood up.
She said in a calm, amused voice,
"You can both leave now and enjoy yourselves for now. Someone will be here soon to escort you to the boss's office."
Felix winked at me as he stood up, as if to say,
"See? There's nothing to worry about."
I followed him out of the black room, my heart pounding and my mind racing.
Would someone come to get me?
The boss's office?
What exactly had I gotten myself into?