The doors open and you're welcomed inside. The person at the door asks that any canes not sponsored by the Asylum be left. After taking your coat, you are welcomed into the Asylum but it looks a bit different than the average night. As always it is crowded, but you'll think that time has been warped, a paradox that clashes as every person inside is dressed, or barely dressed with different attire that does not reflect the present. Not only that, but furniture is placed throughout the premises that makes it seem more like an elaborate gala than a sex club.
Sitting near the side is a wide stone bench, currently occupied by a woman with golden locks. Her skin is fair and she wears a thin white dress that barely hangs on her shoulder. In her hand is a small harp and she pretends to pluck it as she strokes the leg of the man standing near her with her foot. Unlike his female partner, he wears nothing but a gold and white loin cloth allowing his slender yet fit physique to shine under the lights.
Next to the greek lovers is a bare wall, with two old oil lamps attached to them. Undead patrons need not worry as the fire is contained inside, standing under them is a woman wearing a dark red dress that looks like it has seen better days, the hem a bit worn but nonetheless appealing to the eye as she tilts her hip to the side. Wrapped around her is a Victorian era corset, allowing for the white lace of her bustier to stick out. Her face is caked with white makeup and bright red lipstick, ready to lure any sailors seeking some comfort after a long travel overseas. Standing next to her is a young looking man with neatly cropped hair. He wears only black trousers and a longsleeve button up shirt, the top undone. His bright blue eyes shine under the lamps as he looks on at the arriving guests.
It doesn't take long for guests to get the hint. All the Bottoms Katya reached out to were more than happy to throw on their costumes and parade around for the evening, open to just chatting with friends or performing for Tops or Tops-in-training. Voyeurs can enjoy the parade of Victorian era dresses and sleepwear and 1950's style lingerie. Stockings are attached to garter belts concealed under dresses that are meant to tease any one attracted to women. For those looking for men, they are delighted to see them all dressed up in suits wearing fake mustaches and old tophats. Their attire requires more subtlety depending on the era they come from. Europe is not the only place guests can visit as there are also women and men dressed in brightly colored silk kimonos, their long hair pinned up into a neat bun. Both their faces are covered in white makeup as if they are about to perform a play, and indeed they will perform in private for anyone interested.
For those honoring the era before the 1900s, they wear less clothing, but nonetheless elegant. Women walk topless with white thin gowns barely hanging from their hips while wreathes of flowers sit on their heads. The men are just as scantily clad, wearing small shorts held up by a drawstring. There is actually a pare of slaves practicing acrobatics, a man laying on the ground as he holds his partner up so they can spread their legs wide and demonstrate their physical prowess. For those who wish to be a bit more aggressive, some of the "sex workers" this evening already come with a pair of shackles around their wrists and ankles. Men, women, genderqueer, non-binary, androgynous, transgender, all the players this evening are out looking for clients, each of them flashing a grin as they hope you'll select them.
Some Bottoms rest lazily on gold and red fainting couches, others sashay their hips near the dark cold brick walls of the Asylum, waiting to lead you somewhere private. When you pay the cover, you are handed a small velvet purse containing what sounds like a bag full of coins, this is your currency as the Asylums' clientele does not work for free.
For those who looking for some variety, they can find a long black pedestal with a table set up beside it. On the table are various instruments used for impact play. A natural rattan cane, 30 inches long and a half inch wide, a long leather whip that is about 48 inches long and shrunk down at the end into a thin tail meant to split open its target, a wooden ping pong paddle, a leather flogger with a striped handle that splits off into numerous wide flat tails and a black paddle with six holes in it for maximum impact.
Across the room from the spanking station is a long massage table. Next to it was a small machine that looked like a small cooker given its long rectangular shape. In actuality, it is a wax heating kit used for wax play. there are also candles laid out on a table nearby but for the sake of simplicity, the wax melting kit is already running, slowly warming up the white viscous liquid inside. A man wearing a black button up shirt and matching slacks stands by, those who recognize him as Captain Nemo know he is the wax play expert and is happy to offer any assistance for those who wish to pour something hot on their company.
Sitting by the bar, Katya, or Lite Sneeze as those outside of Asa's court know her, crosses her leg as she holds a glass of wine in her gloved hand. Already her blood is working to counterfeit life tonight. On this rare occasion, Katya wears a dress, nothing as elegant as those women honoring the Victorian era, but a dark maroon skirt that meets a matching corset with a black lace design wrapping around her stomach. A small black choker with a red jewel covers Katya's pale neck and her hair is crimped and tied up. A small black flower is attached in Katya's hair with a mesh veil covering her eyes. In her hand is one of the Asylums' canes, tapping her knee gently as she watches guests enter. Just because they are sexworkers does not mean guests can do what they want that violates the rules or the safety of the subs working tonight. There is the integrity of the Asylum to maintain as well as Katya's reputation for maintaining a safe space for the Bottoms that are surrendering themselves to complete strangers this evening.
The Bottoms Buffet is open once more, what is your pleasure?
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