Adventurers welcome...
The building itself is nondescript. There are no neon signs or any indications of where to find the Club du Chevalier. You won't find it in a guide to the hot spots or even the Yellow Pages. It's all a matter of who you know. Which name do you give to the right informant and how much grease do you apply to his palm? He could just recognize you for the rube you are and send you on a wild goose chase clear across town.
Or, he could recognize you as a person with the right style, the right class, the right sort of depravity who could fit right in with the clientele of The Club. So he gives you the directions and you follow them to the letter. You find yourself in front of what appears to be a deserted opera house in a less-than fashionable section of town. You go around to the back door, use the coded knock provided by your informant, say the right name and provide the right bribe amount to the doorman, and you're in. It's that simple.
The doorman leads you down the stairs to a room that looks like a hotel lobby designed by Edgar Allen Poe. You register, pay the fee, and your escort appears.
He's as cool and calm and unruffled as a Vulcan from the Star Trek TV series. He says, "Welcome to the Club du Chevalier, where every sexual desire may be satisfied. We have only two rules. First, all sex acts must be consentual. Second, all partners must be of legal age. Every tool, instrument, toy and device for your pleasure may be found at your disposal.
"A brief description of the premises. First, we have a large common room, a lobby, really where people may congregate and introduce themselves to each other. We have a four-star restaurant and a bar if you wish to dine. The lobby also houses two swimming pools and several hottubs. Apart from the lobby, there are a variety of playrooms with everything you might wish. BDSM rooms, dungeons, fantasy rooms, ....if you're in the mood for a Tarzan-Jane fantasy, for example, the jungle room is three doors down to your left. A costume room is next to the bar if you wish to play dress-up.
As I said before, we here at the Club du Chevalier have gone to great lengths and expense to see that every sexual desire is met within our premises. Welcome."
The escort pulls aside the large black curtain, leading to the lobby. As you cross the threshhold, a sign catches your eye.
"Welcome to the Club du Chevalier."
FUCK AT YOUR OWN RISK
Where do you go from here?
The building itself is nondescript. There are no neon signs or any indications of where to find the Club du Chevalier. You won't find it in a guide to the hot spots or even the Yellow Pages. It's all a matter of who you know. Which name do you give to the right informant and how much grease do you apply to his palm? He could just recognize you for the rube you are and send you on a wild goose chase clear across town.
Or, he could recognize you as a person with the right style, the right class, the right sort of depravity who could fit right in with the clientele of The Club. So he gives you the directions and you follow them to the letter. You find yourself in front of what appears to be a deserted opera house in a less-than fashionable section of town. You go around to the back door, use the coded knock provided by your informant, say the right name and provide the right bribe amount to the doorman, and you're in. It's that simple.
The doorman leads you down the stairs to a room that looks like a hotel lobby designed by Edgar Allen Poe. You register, pay the fee, and your escort appears.
He's as cool and calm and unruffled as a Vulcan from the Star Trek TV series. He says, "Welcome to the Club du Chevalier, where every sexual desire may be satisfied. We have only two rules. First, all sex acts must be consentual. Second, all partners must be of legal age. Every tool, instrument, toy and device for your pleasure may be found at your disposal.
"A brief description of the premises. First, we have a large common room, a lobby, really where people may congregate and introduce themselves to each other. We have a four-star restaurant and a bar if you wish to dine. The lobby also houses two swimming pools and several hottubs. Apart from the lobby, there are a variety of playrooms with everything you might wish. BDSM rooms, dungeons, fantasy rooms, ....if you're in the mood for a Tarzan-Jane fantasy, for example, the jungle room is three doors down to your left. A costume room is next to the bar if you wish to play dress-up.
As I said before, we here at the Club du Chevalier have gone to great lengths and expense to see that every sexual desire is met within our premises. Welcome."
The escort pulls aside the large black curtain, leading to the lobby. As you cross the threshhold, a sign catches your eye.
"Welcome to the Club du Chevalier."
FUCK AT YOUR OWN RISK
Where do you go from here?
