Dark cat was the name of a popular club downtown. It was renowned for its stories of amazing hookups and one night stands, and that was all thanks to a unique feature the owner called 'The Box'. The Box was a simple thing, you'd write down your wildest fetishes and dreams on a slip of paper, put it in the box, and people would match patrons together. The security was tight, so no one's identity was ever compromised, so people coined it a bit of lewd fun for a Friday night. It's the perfect place for pent up people to socialize, and even maybe get a bit steamy.

You slip your note into the box, looking around anxiously. Though you're wearing a mask, as it is a Halloween party, you never know if someone is camping the "Send ur Kinks in" box. You slip back into the crowd after you've completed your task, and go to the bar to grab a drink. Your friends had recommended this place to you, a shut-in and awkward girl. Your thoughts are interrupted by a deep voice. "Your first time here?" A man asks, his face painted with a creepy, immaculate makeup. You were startled, wondering just how he managed to phase into existence like that. He was fairly tall, and had short, wavy dark hair.