The Pet Palace Sex Club
Alice stepped into the club, the door shutting behind her with a soft hiss that made the silence of the lobby feel heavier. The space was too bright, too sterile. Polished white tiles underfoot, potted plants standing like guards along the walls, and a faint floral scent that felt oddly out of place for a house of pleasure. It reminded her of a doctor’s office more than a sanctuary of sex, and the thought made her pulse quicken with second-guessing. A long corridor stretched past the lobby, doors lining either side like the sterile rooms of a clinic. Behind the front desk sat a woman who looked like she had been in the job far too long to be impressed by anything. Her hair was piled high in a messy blonde bun, dark roots showing. …