Page 122 of Knot His Reality

I shift in my seat as my cock hardens, eyes going wide. I wasn’t even thinking anything dirty.

The car comes to a stop moments later, and Lucas ducks out while Mike waits with us. As soon as we have our all clear signal, I adjust myself as discreetly as I can while climbing out. I’m going to need my dick to calm the fuck down.

Lucas holds the door open for us, and when we step inside, I find we’re in an almost pitch-black hallway. There are strips of lights on the floor leading to a booth that lights up as we near.

“Good evening, gentlemen. You’re in luck. The next show is set to start in five minutes, so we can show you straight to your seats. Everything is taken care of on our side. If you’ll proceed to the door, one of our wait staff will direct you where to go from there.”

“Thank you,” I tell her, glancing at Lucas and Mike. “Will you be sitting with us?”

Mike snorts. “No way. No one is allowed inside unless they have seats. All security is required to wait outside.”

I wrinkle my nose. That’s weird, but if Bree and Tessa approved of it, then it must be okay.

Lucas leads us to the door, pushing it open to reveal another hallway. This one glows red with low, sultry music playing. A man is waiting for us wearing a mask and a barely-there pair of boxer briefs.

Shit. Did my sister send us to a strip club?

“Good evening. My name is Silas, and I’ll be your server tonight. If you want anything to drink, please let me know now so I can place the order. They’ll have it ready by the time we step into the main room. Once the show begins, no drinks will be served. You must remain in your seat until the show is over. They last between thirty and forty-five minutes with a thirty-minute intermission in between.”

I feel like those are weird rules, but what do I know? It’s not like I even know what the hell we’re in for.

“I’ll take a club soda,” I tell him, glancing at Carter.

“I’ll have the same. Thank you, Silas.”

Silas presses something into the tablet he’s holding before gesturing for us to follow him. “I believe both of you are new to The Gilded Cage?”

I nod. “We are. My sister set this up for us. We have no idea what we’re in for.”

“Oh?” Silas chuckles. “Well, if she didn’t tell you what to expect, then I’ll leave it as a surprise. I can tell you that you’re in for a real treat. Your security will remain outside the room. We have a comfortable lounge set up for them.”

He stops in front of a set of gilded gold double doors, nodding his head to an open doorway. “That’s the lounge for security. As promised, they will be safe in our main room. Are you ready?”

Looking up at Carter, I shrug, and he laughs. “As ready as we’ll ever be.”

“Excellent.” Silas swings open the door, and all we can see are drapes of fabric as we step inside. As soon as the door shuts behind us, he pushes open the curtains to reveal the room beyond.

I blink in surprise. This isn’t at all what I was expecting.

Like the hallway we just exited, the room is lit with red lights. There’s a long bar spanning the length of the wall to our left and beneath us is what I assume are the seats. They’re laid back at more than a forty-five degree angle, but they’re not flat against the floor. I can’t see into any of them as they almost seem to be closed in. There are only about twenty of them, some larger than others.

The stage is at the front of the room, but it’s not on the floor. Instead, it’s above the room and tilted at an angle. Standing where we are, I can’t see the full stage, and not just because the lights are off. It looks like it’s perfectly angled for those in seats to see the show.

“Here are your club sodas,” Silas says as he hands them to us. “Let’s get you down to your seats.”

“What the hell is this place?” Carter asks quietly, and I shake my head.

I have no fucking clue.

What did my sister sign us up for?

We follow Silas down the stairs, and he leads us to an area in the front. Now, I can see that while the seats aren’t fully enclosed, they mostly are. There seems to be a cutout in the front so the viewers can see the show, but no one can see inside unless they’re standing in front of it.

Silas pulls on the handle and the front opens to reveal a small table big enough for drinks, and a couch-like area just big enough for two. “Climb on in. As a reminder, no one will be able to see into your capsule. They are cleaned and descented between client uses. There’s a button under the lip of the table. This is only to be used if there is an emergency during the show. Once the show is over, the door will open automatically, and you’ll be able to walk around, use the bathroom, refill your drink, or head home. Do you have any questions?”

“I don’t think so?”

“Excellent. Climb on in and enjoy the show.”

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