A/N: Enjoy and leave a review! Some BDSM and NSFW scenes here...but you already knew that. It's what you came for ;) Make sure you read the updated Chapter 7, because I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter a week ago :( Might be last update in a while as midterm season has officially hit, sigh

The Usui-look alike and his date walked briskly out of the banquet hall, talking in low tones. The man held his female partner with such tenderness that even as jaded as Misaki was about love and men, she could tell the pair were extremely fond of each other.

Misaki followed them up two flights of stairs to the third floor. She half-wondered whether she should be doing this. For all she knew, they could just be going to their hotel room. Maybe she was just seeing things, too. There were a lot of people in the banquet hall, and all the stuffiness might have gotten to her head. She probably just mistook someone for Usui. And even if it was Usui, it was no matter to her if he and his date went to a hotel room. It had nothing to do with her. Nothing. Right?

The thought made her stop in her tracks. To have her curiosity piqued by a man was certainly something new. The only constant male presence she ever had was Shintani, Aoi, and Kanou.

Shintani was like her little brother, even if they were the same age. Even her younger sister Suzuna had more common sense than Shintani when they were children. Misaki always ended up protecting and helping Shintani out of scrapes. He reminded her of a little puppy. A comical and fluffy and needy puppy, perhaps like a corgi or shiba inu.

Then she had met Aoi when he was crossdressing as a female. The two had quite a friendship, with her being quite 'masculine' for a female and him considered to be too 'feminine' for a male. Just who the hell in society was constructing such rules for certain clothing, actions, hairstyles, and a bunch of other things to be feminine or masculine? Who gave them the power?

And there was Kanou, who she quickly realized was scared of female interaction on his first day on the job. Once Kanou figured out Misaki had no intention of teasing him and saw her display of martial arts against a pervert who installed cameras in the female bathrooms, Kanou began loosening up. Maybe it was because Kanou was scared of women that Misaki didn't mind it a third male in her life.

All in all, three males were enough for her. So why was she beginning to be so interested in Usui?

Misaki groaned, and slapped her forehead. Get it together, she thought. Usui's affairs have nothing to do with you. He's just a client, a client who holds the key to your future career and success.

Meanwhile, the Usui look-alike entered a set of sleek black doors guarded by two muscular security guards. Guess they weren't going into a hotel room after all. Misaki turned around to return to the banquet hall when she took notice of the symbols on the door.

"S S" followed by a gold clover leaf.

No. Not a clover leaf. The gears in her mind turned. Clover leafs on cards could be called clubs. Misaki turned the white card in her hands where the S S club was emblazoned. It was just a coincidence, right? She didn't even know what the other letters meant.

Curiosity won over her once again. As she approached the doors, the security guards stepped in front of her.

"Credentials, please?" The taller one asked.

Misaki blinked. She hadn't been prepared for that. Maybe it was a VIP area, and she had absolutely no idea what the Usui look-alike had shown to the guards to let them through.

The security guard who had talked clicked his tongue impatiently. "The card in your hand, miss?"

So the card wasn't a business card but some sort of coded password? Before Misaki could protest or back out, the guard plucked the card out of her hand.

"Right this way, miss. Enjoy your time. And as always, consent and protection are the keys here."

The security guards stepped aside and held out the door. Misaki felt a tad guilty for using someone else's access card, but the guard had already taken the card and stuffed it away. Would it be suspicious if she asked for it back?

She took a deep breath and went through. Too late to back out. Her mother and sister would have called her an idiot, but her intuition was telling her she was about to discover something large on the other side of the door.

As the door swung close behind her, the security guards muttered to themselves.

"Bet it's her first time here. I've never seen her before at one of these functions, and I've covered so many shifts I've lost count."

"Yeah, you can totally tell. Wonder if she can take it?"

"You never know. Sometimes it's the quiet ones who are the most scary. Wonder if she likes it rough or likes doing others hard?" The guards laughed.

Past the doorway was a red carpeted hallway with sleek black walls the same color as the door. Torches in golden holders lined the walls, leading to an air of mysteriousness. The air seemed to be perfumed with a sophisticated scent that invited her to breathe it in more. There was only one other doorway other than the entrance she came through. All in all, it was mysterious indeed.

The sound of Misaki's high heels clattering against the floor was muffled by the full softness of the carpet. Misaki wondered what was at the other end of the hallway. The guard had said something about consent and protection? Was this a nightclub or something for the wealthy to hang out? Bodyguards for protection? Already she could hear muffled noises as she approached the end of the hallway.

A black velvet curtain with gold embroidery covered the entrance. Misaki brushed aside the fabric, stepped through, and felt her cheeks immediately flush.

She had walked into a large round room that was five times the size of her two bedroom apartment. The room seemed to be sectioned off into seven sections with couches and other decorations, with seven unknown symbols made out of gold metal hung onto the walls to signal the sections. Mysterious doors leading to the unknown were underneath each symbols, showing more hidden rooms. But it was not the size of the room nor the strange structures that made her cheeks blush. Under each section of the round room were a mix of fully clothed and nude people.

One section had women and men dressed in shiny black latex or tight leather suits that accented their physiques. What were they standing over? Misaki squinted her eyes at the scene, trying to make sense of what they were doing. Were they cosplayers or something?

Then she gasped as she realized. A few nude men and women were bound in ropes. Others were tied to some sort of rack or contraption, their hands tied over their heads and their legs splayed wide open. Were they being tortured? If so, she had to rescue them. Some intuition told her to stay where she was and observe more carefully.

Misaki could feel her blush spread to her neck, but her eyes were glued to the scene before her. One of the women in the latex catsuit slashed at a standing bound man's back with a braided leather whip. Although the man's face was cherry red, there was something akin to ecstasy in the man's expression. Another woman in leather was bent over, her hips connected to the bound man's. She moved her hips back and forth slightly, riding the man. A few feet away was another bound woman, ropes circled around her upper body and her breasts, squeezing them so they were extended and perky though painful-looking. One of those dominatrix women kissed her neck before licking at the bound woman's inner thighs. Some normally dressed people, though in formal evening wear, sat on sofas observing the scene.

Another small group of nude men were gathered around a woman on all fours. No, not completely on all fours, as there was a man underneath the woman, thrusting into her as she moaned out in pleasure. Her skin was slathered with some kind of oil that made her skin all shiny. One of the nude men standing walked up behind the woman, spreading her butt cheeks. He stroked his erect cock a couple times, and then penetrated the woman from behind. The woman arched her back at the intrusion, her mouth open in rapture. Another man stepped forward and his cock disappeared into the woman's mouth. The woman bobbed her head, choking slightly on the man's cock as the other two men moved in rhythm against her flesh.

And, holy smokes, was that her least favorite man, Igarashi Tora? He was surrounded by a myriad of women in various ways of undress. His blonde date whom Misaki had met earlier appeared to be on her knees, sucking off the Igarashi bastard as he groped the other women around him.

Next to the Igarashi snake were pairs of men, petting each other, like the images of yaoi magazines she had once had to confiscate back as a high school president. Men and women of all sorts were on couches and sofas, masturbating or merely watching. Bowls of something like squares of foil were everywhere.

Quite a few feet away, was the Usui look alike, only this time the female with him was wrapped around him in a fervent kiss. The Usui clone moved the woman's purple dress skirt before connecting their hips together. A couple moments later and the black haired man opened one of the seven strange doors and disappeared inside with his date.

There were even more people who seemed familiar. Misaki took a step back, her eyes widening as she recognized Aoi and that pretty fashion assistant he worked with. That was right, he had given Honoka a card much like the one she had picked up from the man. Only now Honoka was sitting on Aoi's lap, her naked front exposed as their lips were locked together. Aoi had one hand on her breast, squeezing the pert globe of flesh. Oh no, she was never going to see Aoi and Honoka the same way again.

A hand suddenly covered her eyes and Misaki's heart nearly stopped. Her instincts kicked in and she reached out to grab the hand and slam the intruder over her shoulder. Her hands contacted clothing and she braced her high heeled feet into the floor to give herself some lift. Then suddenly her hands lost their grip on the cloth and she was being twirled around instead. Her dress flew in a circle of white lace and her arms were twisted behind her back.

"Ayuzawa, stop fighting, it's me."

Misaki stopped her struggling at the familiar voice and looked up at her captor, a little pissed that her usual self-defense technique did not work. She looked straight up into the unamused face of Usui Takumi.

"What are you doing here?"

"What, me? I-What are you doing here?" She demanded.

Now she was severely confused. Now remembering the look of passion on the Usui look-alike's face and comparing it to Usui's face before her, Misaki couldn't help but blush. She tried to get away from him, but he only pushed her closer to his chest to stop her squirming. Once he was sure that she wouldn't run away, he released her.

"What-what is this place?"

Misaki's eyes averted Usui's and happened to land on some familiar looking gold letters on top of the doorway to the carpeted hall.

W S 'half moon' B.

Wait a moment. Misaki's mind flipped the letters over to for M.

B D S...M?

Usui did not look happy. "You really shouldn't have come here."