After signing the paperwork declaring that we weren't going to hold them liable nor contact the police for whatever we see happen, I lead Narcissa past a wall of leather harnesses and strap-ons, trying to stay focused on the task at hand rather than dwell on the fact that the man who sang a musical to me about BDSM was friends with my parents. The room opened up to have a small platform that was circled in chairs as various people were in various states of undress while others were pulling out lengths of rope from bags and untying them.