A lone violinist played his instrument in the background as people went about their business and found different rooms for privacy.And then there were...the people. So far, Cassie had seen at least twenty others in the dimly lit halls, with men wearing suits and women wearing dresses. It was a high class affair. They all wore styled masks to conceal their identities. But even with the masks, people didn't seem so uptight or secretive.Each person knew where to go based on specific needs and. His name was Ralph and I started calling him "Ralphie boy" just kidding around but he was offended and didn't smile when I used it just to see him react.His older sister was opinionated and a bit of a bore when it came to discussing certain subjects that might be a bit too raw for mixed company. Still, she was admittedly a "hot" number and I discovered that her overall lack of social skills was more than compensated by the promise of her opening her "goodie locker" when the lights went down. If I can't make you stop me, I'll pay you double. Otherwise, the regular rate. Deal?" Her eyes narrowed. She looked over at the rack of equipment on the far wall. It had a thoroughly complete assortment of paddles, whips, canes, tawses... She had, of course, experienced all of them by this point. She ran through the arsenal in her mind quickly trying to calculate whether she could endure a half hour of any of them on her ass. She was worried about the paddles. Surely a savaging from one of them. I stepped back and looked at her. The dress came just above her knee and looked very elegant. She asked it where to short? I asked where are the stocking tops? She raised the hem to show me. I said as long as you can set without showing a clasp. She said they will show only when I want them to. She pulled the ponytail out and brushed her straight blonde hair. She had it trimmed so the bangs came just to her eye brows. She looked yummy. She sat on the bed and I put her hills on her and fastened.