Heather was in one of her favorite outfits - a lace-up corset and a black skirt, along with a pair of knee-high leather boots. All in all, very effective for a dominatrix.

She was currently moving in for a ninth lash at the squirming man beneath her - his skin was blistered but not broken, just as they had discussed in his first consultation - and Heather could tell that he was painfully hard despite the fact she couldn't see his front (her foot was pressed firmly into the small of his back to keep him still). His screams echoed nicely with those of the other rooms, filling the very sound-proofed building with the night's usual charming melodies.

Despite the fact that Lady Heather's employees had a strict hands-off rule when it came to 'happy endings', many of her clients were visibly excited by their sessions and there was nothing to be done for that.

There was also little she could do about off-the-books encounters between her employees and their customers outside of the building, but few of the men and women that worked with her were interested in that sort of thing.

The lobby was much like a tasteful hotel's - lavish furniture and a receptionist's desk. Steve could certainly ask for Heather there.