Chapitre 91: The red room

My jaw dropped when I prance into the red room.

Oh my, the red room, it's the exact replicate of the description in the book and an almost perfect clone of the red room in the movie.

It's a sex dungeon. My eyes drink in my surroundings detecting every little detail from the low soft light of the room to the walls and ceiling that were deep burgundy exactly like in the book and the movie, and in contrast to the Polish old wood floor.

Hanging on two long, Polish carved poles by the door were whips, riding crops and eerie looking feathery stuff.

I trailed my eyes until they landed on an iron grind dangling from the ceiling and from it hung all manners of ropes and chains.

What the fuck! This is crazy.

AJ grins when he read the bewildering daze on my face

But what commands a tyrannized attention in the room is the four-poster canopy king-size bed. situated in the center of the spacious room. It looks like it belongs in the nineteen century.