The club was notorious. Not the sort of place nice girls wanted to work. Not the sort of place nice men wanted to visit. Clean, for sure. Light, airy- hardly the usual dark and depressing table joint. Elegant, even. And the clientele were certainly rich! It was just the sort of combination to tempt a girl, especially if that girl didn't mind catering to specialist tastes, and didn't mind table dancing with a few "extras". Extras like handcuffs, leg irons and gleaming steel collars... and maybe, for the right girl, and the right guy, extras like being chained by the neck in the boot of his Bentley as her drove her home to join his slavegirl stable!