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His Secrets

Author: Billiejo Priestley
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Izzy

My heart races with a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I follow Eva into Delouxe Chambers. She catches my eye and offers a reassuring smile, her voice calm but firm.

“We’ll stay in the communal area for now,” she murmurs, her tone soothing. “I won’t take you into the private rooms yet.” She winks, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I nod, though curiosity eats away at me. “What’s the difference?” I ask, my voice barely steady, a trace of nerves slipping through.

“Communal is more relaxed,” she explains, her words measured, her gaze sweeping over the room ahead. “It’s where men and women come to drink, unwind, with the workers nearby, creating an atmosphere of quiet power. Private, on the other hand, is one-on-one. That’s where specific requests are made.” She meets my gaze, her voice softer, almost conspiratorial. “Anything from domination, humiliation, to more intimate exchanges, including sex. But remember—you only do what you’re comfortable with.”

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