The Playroom

We have been spending more time together. I now spend maybe three days out of every five, in his room with him. We are doing more things socially as well. he has been showing me off to other guests.
Night time activities tend to gravitate toward The Playroom, which is a sort of dance club. It has couches with tables for lounging. Black lights and other colored lighting. There is a long bar that takes up one end of the room. There’s a dressing room in the back with costumes we can choose from. The center of the room has elevated platforms and poles for dancing. There are booths lining the sides, and seating pits along the length.
The dance floor opens up at one end onto an outdoor seating area near the pools. There are screens for projections, and projectors that can throw images onto the dancers on the dance floor.
A few of the slaves manage the music and lights. Like the managers, they are respected and have special privileges. Sometimes I wonder if some of us were taken because of our skills from our previous lives. What makes them choose us to enslave here. There must be reasons, some selection process. I feel like I was targeted. Someone set a trap, which I could not resist.