Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Six 

Eventually, Craftsmate let me out of the cage and we decided to hang around for a little bit away from the play areas. I stayed on the leash, but that was about the farthest thing from strange considering the environment we were in. Which, all things considered, set me at ease. It was nice to feel a little bit normal.

Across the play area, there was a girl in a pair of absurdly high pink heels reclined in a chair, checking her phone. Beside her was a bag, out of which a number of nasty-looking floggers and whips were sticking out. Even if she looked a bit disinterested in everything, she was still gorgeous.

Craftsmate caught me staring.

“I like her shoes,” I explained quickly.

He smirked. “Oh yeah? Her shoes? Why don’t you go over and tell her?”

“No, no, no, no,” I insisted, shaking my head emphatically. “I don’t want to disturb her or anything.”

“Do you want me to go over there and ask if she wants to borrow you?” He asked, smiling in the kind of way to suggest that he was not even remotely bluffing.

“No!” I squealed and Craftsmate started laughing.

“Fine,” he replied, “you get off easy this time.”