A woman stands on a half risen stage against the back wall dressed as a grey dove,two people also in dove masks (maybe they mark employee’s? The bar...tender and scary guy had a fox mask though…..) move behind her presumably to set up a play scene as everyone else stares nervously at the woman.After clearing her throat and sweeping the room with her gaze she announces that ‘the drawing of tonight’s participants is about to take place’.As soft nervous talking fills the air one of the other doves. She was looking like mythological beauty. Her black hair loose swaying over her shoulder. Her black eyes carefully embroidered with mascara. Her wonderfully wound saree which did very less to control my imagination!She looked like she was on her first night! I involuntarily said “Madam you look beautiful!”She looked at me with a smile and said “I am going to a marriage later that is why I am like this!” I do not know what was going to happen next but I was in a daze. After settling down I came. She and Ryan had played bondage games in the past. Their bedroom games had always turned her into jelly as soon as the first cuff or rope touched her skin. This was just the ultimate bondage game. She would have jumped if she could when john began kneading her breasts. She could hear him as he began inputting data into her meat license.“38 D breasts. No abnormalities. One and three quarter inch areolas, three eights inch nipples, strike that. Half inch nipples. Suitable for breast bacon, and. Nearly as if it were only five feet away. Yet, I still see nothing.A tightness in my chest becomes more intense as my breathing quickens. Even though I’m not able to see anything in the room or around me I still instinctively close my eyes tightly. The fear courses through me, replacing my oxygen and welling in my eyes. I try to keep them closed, not wanting a single tear to fall. Something tells me that if it were, it would be seen. If one fell to the ground that it would be heard.The.