The room was dimly lit, every corner carved with strange, artistic curves. Hazel's eyes moved over the walls, which were lined with sex toys in all shapes and sizes.
A soft bed sat in the middle, chains hanging from each corner; a large ring dangled from the ceiling; a metal table stood at the far end. Everything in the room whispered peculiar tastes and perversion.
When Wren set her down on the floor, Hazel stepped forward on tiptoe, turning slowly to study her. Her gaze was like someone seeing Wren for the first time. "You wicked woman," she teased, breathless. "Aren't you disgusted?"
Wren smiled, confused. "Why would I be?" she asked.
"Rather than disgusted, I'm rather … amazed and happy," Hazel said, then softened. "I know it's hard to share this side of you with me. It makes me glad we're taking another step. Though… I don't really know what we are."
