“Better,” she said. “I work for tips, Mister. Want me to dance for you?”“Uh, sure,” I said.Liz looked at my forlorn wallet and shook her h...ad. She left the room without a word. After a couple of minutes, I started to go look for her but she reappeared. She handed me a small roll of currency.“Here,” she said. “It’s obviously your first time at the Liz’s Gentleman’s Club. You’ll need some cash if you want to have any real fun.”I looked down at the bills and back to Liz.“This is what I would be. Once we had gotten back to her house we decided to have a few more drinks, we were drinking a whiskey which her deceased husband my godfather had loved, she started to reminisce about him and told me she was feeling so lonely now her daughter had moved out and she would probably never want to re-marry, after a while she started to ask about my life and whether i had a girlfriend, i told her i didn't and she started to ask more personal questions, like had i been sewing my oats whilst travelling. " What kind of date?" A normal one. Dinner, maybe a movie; you and me out on the town for anight! Not Mistress and slave, just James and Bayonetta."Bayonetta's eyes sunk, her posture betraying her sudden annoyance andincredulity. "Of all the things you could have..." And that's not the best part! No fetish gear allowed! We both wear formalevening attire."She collapsed into the nearest chair, groaning and closing her eyes. "Itake it back. You are a very, very naughty slave."James chuckled at her. She coughed again, raising her hand to wipe a small amount of spittle from her lips. Another few ragged breaths, the smell of her surroundings causing the bile to rise in her throat. The room slowly came into focus, and the reason for the stench was obvious. A man, at least he used to be a man, lay disemboweled in the corner, maggots crawling over his grey and congealed flesh. Blood had been splashed upon the walls and had dried to a dull brown colour. It was everywhere. She had been slumped.