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new outfits to wear. Then it’d been time for us to get ready.
    I could hardly recognize myself now.
    The dress was a deep midnight blue that made my hair look blacker and my eyes more purple. It hugged my curves, showing off my breasts and ending just under my ass. I was probably going to spend the night hoping I didn’t flash everyone. Though considering I had a brand-new set of lace panties and a matching bra, that wouldn’t be as bad as it could’ve been.
    On my feet I wore a pair of amazing stilettos that matched my dress and gave me an extra four inches of height to put me almost at six feet. If I’d wanted to risk falling on my face, I could’ve gone for six even.
    I’d done my make-up and hair like usual, keeping it minimal. At first, I’d worried that it wouldn’t look like enough, but my reflection said otherwise. For a moment, I almost believed I was as sexy and sophisticated as I appeared. Then I remembered that I’d most likely spend the evening with my face red and my mouth hanging open.
    A low whistle came from behind me. I turned to see Juliette standing in the doorway, looking like she’d stepped out of some sort of erotic fashion magazine. She wasn’t in leather and chains, but her outfit was definitely more daring than mine. In fact, I was pretty sure she had more skin showing than covered. But she looked amazing.
    Not that it surprised me.
    Juliette had always been the gorgeous one that everyone wanted.
    And that hadn’t changed.
    Cross wanted her.
    I pushed the thought out of my mind. I wasn’t going tonight because of Cross. He didn’t want me anyway. I was going because I wanted to know about this world that was a part of my sister’s life.
    That was all.
    “Ready?” Juliette asked. Her eyes were sparkling, but there was a serious note to her voice. She understood that this wasn’t easy for me, no matter how much I wanted to do it.
    I nodded, not trusting my voice enough to speak. Not that I would’ve said much anyway. I was as ready as I’d ever be.
    I followed Juliette out of the apartment, somehow knowing that what happened next would change everything.
    I just had no idea how much.
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    I wondered if anyone would notice if I pressed myself further back into the shadows. Not because I didn’t want to see what was happening on stage, because I did. Part of me was embarrassed by watching something so intimate taking place in public, but more of me was embarrassed by how turned on I was. And a side-ways glance from Juliette told me that she knew exactly how I felt.
    No matter how embarrassed I was though, I couldn’t look away from the scene playing out in front of me.
    Juliette had given me a bit of a crash course in terminology throughout the day so I knew what was happening. At least, on an intellectual level. Seeing it and understanding it were something else entirely.
    A slim young man, too fine-featured to be anything but pretty, was tied to a giant X in the middle of the stage. He was naked save for two things – the collar around his neck, and the metal ring around the base of his penis. His body was hairless, but I wasn’t close enough to tell if he was naturally that way, or if his...mistress made him shave or wax.
    His mistress was dressed in something far tamer than I would’ve expected from a dominatrix. It was a dress similar to what Juliette was wearing except scarlet instead of black. And the neckline plunged all of the way down to the woman’s bellybutton. She was short and slender, though not quite enough to be considered petite, and had thick honey-colored hair piled on her head in mounds of elaborate curls.
    She hadn’t spoken a word since she’d come on stage. She’d been silent when she tied her – boy? Slave? – Sub to the cross. Silent when she’d squeezed his half-hard cock, stroking him until he was fully erect. Then she’d walked away. The only sounds that had come from the stage had been the click of her heels, and the harsh panting