Lena stood timidly outside the door of the address she had been given. It was a nondescript building in an industrial area of town, and her heart was thudding in her chest as she took a deep breath and knocked.
The door was opened by a tall, bald man with a stern expression. "You must be Lena," he said gruffly.
She nodded, feeling intimidated, and he stepped aside to let her in.
Inside, she found herself in a dimly lit room with a single chair in the center. Several people were standing against the walls, watching her intently. At the back of the room, she could just make out the shape of a woman lying on a bed, a leather collar around her neck.
"What the fuck is going on?" Lena whispered under her breath.