What happens at Sodom? It seems like a simple answer – and yet it isn’t. Those for whom it is a myth have one story. Those who attend have another. And for those who work there? What happens at Sodom is different for each of them.
Perception is a fascinating thing.
Arthur was not having a good night. If you were with him in his little room and asked him about it, he’d likely growl at you (it was his little room – what the hell are you doing there?) and he certainly wouldn’t admit his misery. But the truth of it was that his metal cuffs are too tight around each ankle, and the one on the right has caught the skin and is pinching like a bastard. He’s thirsty, and knows his water has to last him another five hours. The glare of the monitors, normally soothing, was making his eyes water. And everyone he can see on the screens is having far too much fun. The perverts.
Out there in the club you’re pegging and fucking and lubing and flogging. And here’s Arthur, good old watchdog, keeping an eye on all you bastards.
No, it wasn’t a good night.
Nadica was having a very good night. If you were with her on the floor and asked her about it, she wouldn’t answer you (Nadica never answers questions – at least not with anything more meaningful than a gesture), but she is feeling ‘in the groove’. From the start of the evening the requests have been constant, and images have flowered before her. Beautiful scenes, contrasts, delicious interludes that she has felt satisfaction upon capturing with her classic Leica.
Black and white beauty. Framed and caught like precious moments in time.
Yes, it was a very good night.
Tina was bored. If you were with her in the atrium and asked her why, she’d only tell you if you were another staff member (it wasn’t protocol to discuss such things with guests), but really it was for the same reason she got bored about this time every shift. There were some names on The List that hadn’t yet come through the door – and it wasn’t yet time to close the doors for the evening. So for the next twenty minutes, she got to be bored. The chances that the five errant guests would arrive were slim, but it was possible.
Patience, T. Just hang out until the clock strikes midnight, then you can go and stretch your legs.
Yep, it was that boring spot, all right.
Jake was off balance. If you were at the bar and asked him why, he’d pretend he didn’t know what you were talking about (that was his way of dealing, really) and wipe the bar down again. But while it seemed to the casual eye that everything was running smoothly out there on the floor, he knew that things weren’t, quite. Most of the guests were unaware that the Doyenne had been out among them. Few of the guests would know what the owner looked like, anyhow. But for the Doyenne to make an introduction to a first-time guest…
Did I do the right thing, telling Linus it was the Doyenne?
Yes, Jake was definitely off balance.
The Doyenne was most satisfied. No one was going to ask them why – which was good, as they had no intention of sharing their thoughts. But the rest of the evening certainly looked to be considerably more entertaining.
Which meant it was time to pay an unexpected visit to Arthur, and shake things up just a bit more.
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