I thanked her and headed down the hall in the direction she pointed, feeling my way through the darkness of the business side of the operation as it looked after hours. Red lights beamed down toward the floor, but they were more for ambiance than any real illumination.
I felt my way toward the door that appeared to be the one I was looking for and opened it. It was strangely quiet and made no noise as it came open and then shut behind me, but it was dark and my eyes were taking a moment to adjust to the dim light coming from the corner. Why on earth would someone light a bathroom so dimly?
Then I saw her. The girl in the collar, seated on a chair that looked like it was made for a queen. She was naked other than her diamond collar and her legs were spread wide, tied and bound to the legs of the throne like chair. Between them, kneeling, worshipping her, was a dark-haired man with a short pony tail. Her sudden, screaming orgasm hid my audible gasp.