The Masters chamber.

Ya know, the last time someone just *pretended* to swing a cane at my ass, it took two DMs to keep me from throwing him out the window... which had been sealed with concrete blocks. (Of course, I was in the middle of a rather intense scene at the moment, so I might have overreacted a *little*...)

But if you're feelin' froggy, hop on over here... prepared to croak.

:: Remembers where the iggy button is ::

With my custom straps you will not break out with your ankles and wrists strapped down.

Now where is my cat'o'ninetails?
 
So where was I?

Oh yes, finding a hair salon. Well, my friend in 29 Palms says I will get the best haircut of my life from her stylist so that saves me eating up precious Vegas time with that little chore!

I'll still go to BOX for Brazilian waxing, though. How could I not?

And speaking of names, I was perusing the Las Vegas Review's "Best of Vegas" for the best adult shops and the reader's choice was Adult Superstore but I think I'm going to go with the staff choice..."The Rack", based solely on the name :devil:
 
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