You lost a bet, and now you had an appointment in a place called Pleasure Craft.

You had never heard of it before, but apparently your friends looked it up and booked an appointment for you, an all paid for session doing God knows what—your friends wouldn’t tell you, and you didn’t want to back down. You lost that bet fair and square.

You just had no idea what you were about to get into.

It was a small building, with simple text above the doors that said ‘P.C’. It had blacked out windows, and all black exterior, but the second the doors flew open, you were greeted with modern and white furniture, and a bright young woman behind a desk. It looked clean, it looked expensive.

It smelled of roses and there was calm music playing. It was actually relaxing. There were a couple odd design choices like paintings of naked men and women and chains hanging from a coat rack in the corner.

“Miss?” The woman from behind the desk called. “You have an appointment with us?”

You hurriedly walked up to the desk, and nodded.. You gave her your name, and she handed you papers to sign your consent and that you were 18+.

You were confused, but you signed anyway.

“You have an appointment with Mr. Nanami,” the woman said. “He’s really hard to book. You’re quite a lucky lady.”

You had no idea what to say so you muttered a thanks, before she stood up to her feet and said to follow her, having no idea what the day was about to be like.

You couldn’t help but feel like you just signed your life away.

She took you through a door and through dim lit hallways before stopping in front of a door.

“Inside, he will go over contracts, hard limits, and get to know you before your session,” the woman hummed.

Contracts? Hard limits?

You were about to ask what did she mean before she turned and walked away, and the door finally opened, and there he stood; clad in a button down and slacks, and his eyes stern.