Chapter Eleven

"I'm Madam V, the owner of The Velvet Room." She extended her hand, which Honey shook firmly. "We're pleased you've chosen to explore with us. If you'll follow me, we'll conduct your final interview in private."

Honey followed her through a doorway into a comfortable office space. Unlike the dimly lit reception area, this room was brightly illuminated, furnished with a modern desk and plush chairs.

"Please, have a seat," Madam V gestured to one of the chairs. "Would you like a drink? Water? Wine?"

"Water, please," Honey replied, her mouth suddenly dry.

As Madam V poured from a crystal decanter, Honey took in her surroundings. The office was designed to put potential members at ease, nothing too intimidating or overtly sexual. The only indication of the establishment's true nature was a framed photograph on the wall: a black and white image of a masked couple in an intimate embrace, tastefully artistic.

"Your application was quite interesting," Madam V said, handing Honey the water before taking a seat across from her. "You were very clear about your boundaries and desires. That level of self-awareness is refreshing. I would tell you to keep an open mind."

"Thank you." Honey sipped her water, grateful for something to do with her hands. She didn't really have a good understanding. She had just said no if she wasn't sure and yes if something intrigued her. But was this a mistake?

"This interview is primarily to ensure you understand our rules and to address any questions you might have." Madam V's voice was melodic, soothing. "The Velvet Room operates on three core principles: consent, discretion, and respect. Violation of any of these results in immediate revocation of membership. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. Now, you've indicated on your application that you're seeking exploration rather than a specific arrangement or partner. Is that correct?"

Honey nodded. "I'm… new to this. I want to discover what I enjoy. But I have some… what did your application call them? Hard limits."

"I understand this is a journey of self-discovery, and you have limits. No one will cross the line, not in my club." Madam V smiled. "Many of our members begin that way. Tonight, should you choose to stay after our interview, you'll be given a tour and introduced to our spaces. You are under no obligation to participate in any activities. Observation is perfectly acceptable and encouraged for new members."

Relief washed over Honey. She'd been half-afraid she'd be expected to dive right in.

"All members wear masks while in the club," Madam V continued. "No real names are used. Some members choose to share personal details with partners they trust, but that is entirely at their discretion. Your identity is protected at all times."

"And photography? Recording devices?" Honey asked, thinking of the cameras she'd installed in her apartment.

"Strictly forbidden. All personal electronics are secured in lockers before entering the main club areas. We have security measures in place to detect any violations." Madam V's expression grew serious. "We've never had a breach of privacy in our fifteen years of operation, and we intend to keep it that way. We have some very rich and powerful clients who do not want anything leaked to the press."

The interview continued for another twenty minutes, covering health protocols, safe words, and the club's various themed spaces. By the end, Honey felt both reassured and increasingly intrigued.

"Do you have any other questions before we conclude?" Madam V asked.

Honey hesitated, then decided honesty was best. "I'm married, but I'm divorcing my husband. He doesn't know I'm here."

Madam V nodded, unsurprised. "Your personal circumstances are your own business, Red. Many of our members are in complex situations. What matters is that you're here consensually and of your own free will. We don't judge."

"Thank you." The acceptance in the other woman's voice was unexpectedly moving.

"Now," Madam V stood gracefully, "if you're comfortable proceeding, I'll show you to the dressing room where you can change your mask for something more elaborate if you wish. From there, you can decide whether to tour the club or leave and return another time."

Honey rose, suddenly feeling the weight of the decision before her. She could walk away now, return to her apartment, pretend she'd never considered this step.

Or she could step through that door and discover a part of herself long suppressed.

"I'd like the tour," she said firmly.

Madam V smiled, genuine approval in her eyes. "Welcome to The Velvet Room, Red. Tonight is just the beginning of the pleasure that awaits you."

Madam V led Honey through a sleek hallway to an ornate door marked "Dressing Room." Inside, the space resembled a luxurious boutique with plush velvet seating, elegant vanities, and an entire wall dedicated to masks of every description… from simple silk dominos to elaborate feathered creations worthy of a Venetian carnival.

"Select whatever speaks to you," Madam V said, gesturing to the display. "For your first visit, I recommend something that feels comfortable while still providing adequate coverage, it will make you feel more comfortable… safe."

Honey approached the wall, her fingers skimming over the various options. She was drawn to a deep emerald mask adorned with delicate copper filigree that matched her dress perfectly. The mask covered from her forehead to just above her cheekbones, leaving her lips and jawline exposed.

"An excellent choice," Madam V commented as Honey removed the mask she was wearing and carefully tied the ribbon of the new mask behind her head. "It complements your coloring beautifully."

Honey studied her reflection in a nearby mirror. The mask transformed her, lending her an air of mystery that made her own features seem foreign and exciting. Even she wouldn't recognize herself.

"Are you ready to continue?" Madam V asked.

Honey nodded, a flutter of anticipation in her stomach. "Yes."

"Then follow me."

After she had locked her bag and phone in a locker, they exited the dressing room through a different door, which opened into a dimly lit corridor. At the end stood a set of heavy double doors. Madam V paused before them.

"Beyond these doors is The Velvet Room proper. Remember, you're welcome to observe only. Your boundaries will be respected at all times. Should you feel uncomfortable for any reason, simply say 'retreat' to any staff member, they wear velvet red masks with matching vests, and they'll escort you back to reception immediately."

"I understand."

"Then welcome, Red." Madam V opened the doors.