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you are familiar with the salon and the dining room. We also have a Recreation Room with all the current amenities. We had quite the Super Bowl party earlier this year.”
    “I’m sure.”
    “Since we are of course hooked up with the fastest internet available, you may be intrigued to know that we have video game consoles with online play capabilities.” Even she couldn’t believe how many of the rich fuddy-duddies coming through the room wanted to play Halo and Call of Duty . Sometimes things got loud when the girls were involved. Of course, the girls being into violent video games made the clients happier. Monica never understood the appeal, but she understood the money in her palm.
    “Essentially, we have a space for every man’s tastes. We have a beautiful garden out back for relaxing in. Our upstairs balcony is popular on clear summer nights, and occasionally has a stargazing party. One of our girls is somewhat an astronomer.” Not that Yvette would do anything with it. Ah, so that’s what she’s looking at when she sits out there with the champagne at night. Looking for her shooting star in the sky.
    Henry made empty comments about every room he was shown. Even the two guest rooms downstairs, made especially for guests who had difficulties going up and down the stairs. “Every guest room has its own private bathroom of varying sizes.” Henry raised his eyebrows, but did not show much more interest than that.
    Monica stopped Grace in the upstairs hallway and asked if her room could be used for the tour. The girl consented, flashing Henry a flirtatious glance. Monica didn’t know if that was a reflex from her job or if she was truly interested in the newcomer to the Château. Either way, Monica’s business mind was already going through multiple options for her new client.
    The jingle of keys enticed Henry’s curiosity as Monica pulled out a ring of silver and jiggled a key into Grace’s lock. What? Does he think I don’t have access to every room in here? He would be sorely mistaken.
    Grace’s room was standard. She was a simple girl with simple tastes, as reflected in the bare canopy bed and smooth, modern pieces around the room. The rugs were colored dark and patternless. The paintings on the wall were hardly whimsical, yet not somber. Her partition to the other side of the room had a forest motif, showing some young maid from a long ago time passing through the woods with a basket on her arm.
    Few men cared about the decorations of a young woman’s room. These men in particular cared about what was on the other side of the partition.
    Whips. Chains. Suspension devices. Sex toys. Every lube from every corner of the world. Costumes and jewelry. Cleaning supplies and first aid kits that nobody but the staff was supposed to know existed… Monica kicked one of the supply boxes behind a sofa before Henry noticed it.
    “Well then,” he said, not flinching. “I figured as much. Sam was always a bit… eager to please, if you know what I mean.”
    Monica did. Sam Witherspoon liked to spank his girl but was more interested in being chained to the wall and called a sorry sack of capitalistic shit. There were many theories as to why powerful businessmen liked to be treated like a sexual slave by women. Not as many people had theories as to why those same men might like to have a sexual slave in a woman. Nature, I’m sure. Monica didn’t believe that. Every man – and woman – had their own story to tell. Their own reasons that they were the way they were. Sure, some of it may be nature… she always had a more submissive personality growing up… but there were also triggers that set off certain fetishes. And certain fears.
    Their tour ended on the balcony, which had a lovely view of the manicured gardens in the back. When picking a design, Monica decided to keep the original garden intact and create a small labyrinth out of the topiaries. Some poor soul navigated them now, picking petals off a