Prologue

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Sitting in her living room, she was staring at the form in front of her.

You can't be serious? Are you really considering this? She asked herself again.

Two hours she had already been contemplating, drinking three glasses of wine in the process, and getting dangerously close to signing the damn thing. As a successful architect, she just did not have the time to date and when one of her friends told her about "The Room" she had laughed it off at first. She had a perfectly good vibrator in the drawer of her nightstand, she did not need to use their services. After a couple of days, however, she had started to seriously think about it. Before she had been able to change her mind, she had called them, asked to book the "VIP private room package" and they had emailed her the paperwork.

An NDA, a list of rules, a form to give to her doctor so that he could verify her health. Lastly, the form that would end in her 'play mate's' hands. A list of kinks and turn-ons and limits. Some she was familiar with, like dominance and submission, role play or impact play. Others were so foreign to her, she didn't even dare to look them up on the internet, out of fear of what she might find.

Fuck it! She thought, as she started to tick off her interests, filled the damn thing out and signed all the paperwork. With a sigh, she leaned back and downed the rest of her wine. At the end of the day she had always been sexual, but this was completely new territory for her. She was both excited and terrified at the thought of having sex with a complete stranger. If it wasn't her thing, she could just walk away from it, a good deal of money wasted, but it wasn't an irreversible decision. Right?

With that thought in mind, she walked past the glass front of her living room, ignoring the view over Seoul and made her way to her bedroom. Tomorrow, she would head to her doctor and get the health check up done. One week later, she would have her results and they would start searching for a compatible 'play mate'. Eight days to still change her mind, but somehow, she felt like that wouldn't be the case. Once she had made up her mind, things were usually set in stone. She just hoped that she hadn't bitten off more than she could chew.

Two weeks later, she had received his list and was impressed as to how many of the same things he had ticked off. His handwriting was clean and legible, she was a bit impressed at that fact. She started to ask herself who he was. What was he doing for a living? He had to be rich, since the whole thing was a lot of things, but certainly not cheap.

You basically "rented" a room in the club, so it wasn't anything illegal. No prostitution, just an awfully expensive hotel room to have sex in. They both had paid the same amount for the "rent" so no sex for money transaction. Considering recent events, she had been extra careful about reading all the fine print in the NDA and contracts. It was surprisingly female friendly and that had been one of the many reasons she had ended up deciding to do it. No prostitution, a high value in consent, and the rooms were equipped with microphones, so that the female security staff could hear when the safe word was used. If it was used a second time, without the partner reacting, they would enter the room and make sure, that all involved parties would respect the safe word and the person that had used it would get help, if needed. Things like medical attention if a BDSM session had resulted in injuries. The more she thought about it, the more comfortable she got with the situation.

It'll be an adventure. Not one she will be able to tell her grandkids about, of course, but an adventure none the less.

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