“Speakers blasted Evan C’s music through the space. Lighting was dim, and the
conversation was loud to compete with the band. “Give me your wrist,” he said.
She frowned, as if not understanding the instruction, but offered her right hand. Since
his last visit, several hooks had been attached to the walls. He’d heard a rumour that Damien
had had them installed after one sub expressed shock that the dungeon didn’t have shackles.
Of course, Damien had said, a slave should be able to be chained to the walls.
Alexander used a thoughtfully provided leather strap to attach her to the hook.”