A Road not yet Explored

as we got in, going from the dark outside to the barely lit interior it, to any new comer they would have probably thought wow, or why is it so dark and how can u enjoy a dinner like this?

The servitor at the entrance, asked them their reservations, in deep french accent, and mark replied "Hudson, and can we have a set please"

A set was a pair of half covering face mask meant for either newcomers or more frequent patrons whose privacy was needed. Shortly the man returned with the mask handing one to mark and Daija.

"madam, your coat please?" the servitor asking daija
 
"I'm srry madam, but i must insist" the servitor replied, he looked at her with neutral expression this wasn't his first rodeo and also he couldnt allow her in with the coat, "madam, if need to keep the coat on then cannot allow you entrance into this establishment at this time"

"if it is privacy your are worried about it is guaranteed, madam" he spoke neutrally

mark stood to the side he new this was how it was, since last time here had an overcoat on and they wouldnt allow him in either till he removed it and handed it over

"Honey, its one of their policies, dont worry, I am sure what you have under the coat is just as sexy and beautiful as you" he said
 
Mark watches on as the servitor goes to remove the coat, watching and waiting to see the dress that Daija has on underneath that she was so determined to hide. When the the coat was finally removed mark was shocked and stunned at what was called dress that Daija was wearing.

It was for sure not one he had bought
 
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'God Daija was maybe turning into a slut, if it was one of the dresses she bought, and just wasn't ready to openly admit to it yet' mark thought to himself

"please your masks masseur and madam" the servitor said while still sounding neutral he was for sure now ogling Daija's body now. "then please follow me to your table

Mark went put on his mask, "come dear."

As they followed the servitor into the main room, it was just as dark as the small lobby, only light came from candles spaced around the room and those on the few tables. What mark had forgotten though from his last visit was the waitresses were all wearing more or less extremely tight little black dresses.

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The servitor lead us to our table, a single candle with red glass surrounding it, giving the small area that it was able to light in a red basking glow. We sat down and just as rapidly a waitress appeared and asked what we would like.

"red wine for me, and you darling?"
 
"Whisky on the rocks please." I tell the waitress, pleased at the shock on your face.
"So darling, what the fuck is this place?" I ask you.
 
Quickly getting over the shock of my wife ordering Whiskey, which as far as i knew she never drinked.

"Well Daija," I pause for moment, making sure I get this right, "its a fetish club to be exact. it caters to those that want to express their internal desires without others judging them."

"dont worry, my love, were not going to do anything here, it also caters to those that just want privacy and want to enjoy a night out without concern"

"the only reason I even know of this place is because of Rodger, he has taste that are... more extreme than mine."

"only on Saturday though they have a more normal night though, its for those of less tastier desires who want a night of relaxation, My love"

I wait looking at her, ready for the claws to pop out any moment
 
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"Oh, no,no,no darling" i was getting into damage control quickly, " only a few people are allowed per night this table is ours till they close tonight."

"Look around babe into the dark, every red light is a table, and u will notice each is quite far from each other, and there's only so many"
 
I laugh a little, "Sweety if it get crowded then u can do whatever u want"
 
I sip my wine, "Sweatheart, I know its not a joke this is what would count as a true safe place, you can be whatever you want here." I smile afterwards
 
"I did not come here, so what you mean I can be whatever I want?
I never asked to be anything.
You brought me here."
I say angrily, downing my whisky in one gulp.
 
I press the button to signal a nearby waitress

I sigh, "Daija, u know what i mean, there's no one here that's trying to tell you what to be,my love"

When she approached "One drowned man please." i order.
 
"No I do not know what you mean. Explain to me, right now!
Another whisky on the rocks." I tell the waitress.
 
"I will, Daija, why is it you try to make sure everyone thinks your a safe , conservative woman that does all the dutiful wife things."

"we have been together for 16 years, I remember when you would be as crazy as these kids nowadays, yet you never once let others who aren't extremely close to you ever see it."

"your the women I fell in love with so long ago and i have seen you become sadden a bit, just going through the day to day life, your going through the motions,"
 
"Huh? What do you mean? You want me to be a slut and you want me to love it just because you want it? It will not happen!"
 
"Did I every say I wanted you to be a slut? my love I want you to be happy with yourself"
 
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