Thursday, May 29, 2014

Why we love #menage...and need more of them!

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Fantasy is such a big part of reading fiction. So adding a woman's ultimate desire to be waited on and pleased by not just one but many men is The Hot Fudge Sundae of reading erotic romance...and putting the cherry on top!

Why do we love a good menage story?
Ah. Let me count the ways.

First, we women know...after a certain period of time with one lover, that he might need a bit of inspiration now and then.

Why? It's human nature to take the everyday for granted. To do It with ease and the expert techniques we know are tried and true. But after a while, well, hey, you need variety, something different.

And let's face it, ANY indication to some men that they are living up to your need for new ideas in the sack is a challenge to their egos.

But adding another man to the mix? Adding 2 more men to the mix?

Oh boy. That requires that he sublimate his ego and his natural tendency to "protect" (and let that read "own") his woman.

Not every man can do that. In BIND ME CLOSE, Wade Saxon has a very hard time deciding how he can do that to please his woman.  I leave it to you to read how he does that...but let me continue.

Women's bodies are built so differently and work so differently from men's, especially during sex. The very fact that she can go for three, four or more orgasms and enjoy the heck out of each one, also means that if her man has no holding power, he can be done and she's just getting revved. THIS can be a huge problem in a long term relationship, causing arguments and worse.

A woman on the other hand may have as many psychological challenges with mating with more than one man. She may worry how to satisfy both. (I dare say that this one can be quickly overcome by trying it...and learning that one woman can do a man right and do two just as well at the same time. After all, men's wiring is geared to sizzle at a quicker rate than a woman's. He and his buddy can take turns and she's just getting going.)

But some women get a charge out of more than two men. This requires some planning and choreography on the part of all partners.

It also demands that none of the men involved get territorial. If they have even a hint of that, the entire enjoyment is blown.

I hope when you try your first menage or more that you will trust your male partners physically and emotionally to do right by you. Also that they have come to an agreement among themselves  that the best enjoyment will come from cooperation and imagination.

I do hope you also try ROPE ME IN, #1 in this series, where 3 brothers have a raging interest in one woman...and they make it work!

In #2 in the series, TIE ME DOWN, we have a shibari master and the conflict between the two men is a major issue.

In STEAL ME AWAY, the prequel to this series, a Comanche warrior kidnaps an Anglo woman...and the menage comes from the historical practice of permitting the wife of the older brother to take the husband's younger brother when he goes out to count coup. BTW, this book is very historically accurate from the abduction of an Anglo woman from her home of which there were many—and the decision by many women to remain with their Indian husbands.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Free today only: THE REUNION with menage and F/F/M, voyeurism...a FEAST!

Bisexual Book Awards Finalist #FREE May 28!

The Reunion, by Adriana Kraft, has been named as a Finalist in the 2014 Bi Writers Association Bisexual Book Awards. The Award Ceremony will be held Saturday, May 31, in New York City. Details about the event as well as the full list of all the finalists are available at this link:

The Reunion will be free at Amazon all day Wednesday, May 28, at this link:

The Reunion
B&B Publishing: September, 2013
Novel: 71,000 words
Cover Artist: Dawné Dominique
Heat Rating: Five flames. Explicit sex: M/F, F/F; Ménage: F/F/M, F/F/F; Multiple partners; light bondage; voyeurism; anal sex; sex toys.

A dark and brooding bad boy,
his petite Latina lover,
and his unattainable former highschool crush ~
a sizzling, combustible threesome.


Definitely Recommended by Rainbow Book Reviews This book sizzled as two incredibly sexy women and one gorgeous guy form a super hot triad, eventually. These three are by far and away the best smoldering trio I have read about. Oh, bring on more of this, but read this one first! JJ

Five stars, Top Pick at Night Owl Reviews “The Reunion” by Adriana Kraft is a polyamory novel with real edgy characters with inclusive sexuality. I will just say this is not a read for the faint of heart. … I found “The Reunion” a very easy flowing smooth read. All the characters are well developed and so colorful. Once you start to reading you will be hard put to stop until you are at the end. … Very well written! ArlenaDean

Five stars,Top Pick at The Romance Reviews. Stories written by Adriana Kraft are done with a twist on the usual plots that you find within the genre. In this m/f/f ménage, the twist is the women fall for each other and the man is left to wonder where he stands… All of the characters are well-written; the sex scenes are scorching hot. The story flowed along nice and easy to read. This is another great read from Adriana Kraft. Laurie P.


Dark and brooding, Adam Granger was always the bad boy out of reach—but now he’s in Sarah Atkinson’s bed, the morning after their twentieth high school reunion. When Adam beats a retreat to his Pacific Palisades estate, former good girl Sarah throws caution to the wind and pursues him.
Petite copper-skinned Maria Ramirez greets Sarah at Adam’s front door. The former exotic dancer doesn’t challenge Sarah’s assumption she’s the maid—how long will it take the dark-haired beauty to figure out Maria is Adam’s live-in lover? Better yet, how long before Maria can entice her into their bed?
Determined not to rock his hard-won lifestyle, Adam resolves to push Sarah past her sexual limits so she’ll leave. When she stays, he watches helplessly as the two women fall in love with each other. Will they shut him out? And, if they let him in, what must he sacrifice?


Adam’s gaze settled on Maria’s. She witnessed pain before he was able to hide it. “How was she?”
“Succulent.” Maria wasn’t going to lie. “You know, like when you take the first bite of lobster soaked in butter. It’s so scrumptious you’re not sure you dare take a second bite for fear it will disappoint. That’s Sarah.”
A flash of emotion flickered across Adam’s face before he muttered, “I know. But you took a chance and went back for more. So will you take her from me?”
Startled, Maria chose her words carefully. “You’ve done little to hold onto her, if that’s what you want.”
“I took her slow,” he said, defensively.
“Right. Even then you threw it back in her face by leaving her bed.”


Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team writing romantic suspense and erotic romance. The award-winning pair has published over thirty erotic romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.



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Thursday, May 22, 2014

#Menage with your Cowboys? BDSM with them, too? BIND ME CLOSE is for you!

You like more than one man?
Ah. Who doesn't?

I give you lots of them in my KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER series in the little Texas town of Bravado!

First, we had ROPE ME IN when one woman found bliss with 3 brothers. Then, TIE ME DOWN where a shibari master learned that the woman he wanted most, he'd tie down...permanently.

Then we had the prequel to all this in STEAL ME AWAY when a Comanche stole an Anglo woman and kept her as his loving wife!

Now we have Sheriff Wade Saxon, a man who never lets any woman bind him...and who doesn't believe in sharing a woman with another man.

Too bad, isn't it, that the one woman he craves wants menage with a man whom Wade doesn't care for. They have a past. One wherein Giles Benedict, the local doctor, got too close for comfort to the only other woman Wade liked.
You'll want this next story in the town where the men are good and plenty and the women wear only a smile!
The Prequel

All of these three previous are available right now here on EC's page as well as on Amazon and other vendors:
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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

TONIGHT #SEALs Going Hot series TWITTER PARTY 7 Central! Giveaways!

What to do to stay up on The Mission:

1. Attend Seals Going Hot TW party May 20 at 7 Central
    Go to TWITTER. Log in. Search for #sealsgoinghot party!
    GIFTS, FREE BOOKS to those who attend!

2. Jot down dates for SEALs GOING HOT series releases:
   May 16           DESIREE HOLT


4. LIKE the Seals Going Hot series page on FB and return often for news of more parties and more releases!

 The men are hot...and the series never ends!

Monday, May 19, 2014

#Cover reveal for Victoria Vane's new SLOW HAND #Western series! Yummy excerpt too!

He went to work on his shirt buttons. His collar was soon wide open revealing a generous show of muscular chest that make her hands itch to rip it off him. She diverted her gaze and curled her itchy hands by her sides.
“Have no fear, cowboy,” Nikki replied in a tone meant to disguise the warm flush that had come over her. “I corralled all my wild impulses long ago.”
“Did you, now?” He still stood in doorway, head cocked. “Somehow, I think you may have missed a few strays.”
“Maybe I need to make myself clearer. I have an aversion to cocky cowboys.”
Just keep telling yourself that, Nikki. Maybe if you repeat it often enough it’ll become true.
“Is that so?” His brows flew upward. “I can’t say I ever met a woman with an actual aversion to me.”
“Don’t take it personally. It’s nothing against you in particular, but to your type.”
“And what do you think you know about my type?”
“Since I don’t have a pole handy, enough to keep you at arms-length. Besides that, this whole line of conversation is entirely inappropriate in light of professional ethics, don’t you think? You are my attorney, after all.”
“Well, darlin’,” he scratched his unshaven jaw, “there’s a little hitch to that.”
“What do you mean? You said you’d help me.”
“And I will, but you can’t engage my professional services until I know who you are.”
“I’ve told you who I am!” she insisted.
“Sweetheart, I’m a lawyer, and according to the law, your claim don’t weigh without authentication.”
“So what are you saying? That you don’t believe me?”
“I’m not saying that at all. Only that our professional relationship will commence once you get your I.D. In the interim,” His gaze slid over her in a way that threatened to melt her insides, “you’d best find yourself a nice, long, sturdy pole.”

Saturday, May 17, 2014

99 Cent Deal on Ella Jade's JOCELYN'S CHOICE! Hurry!

My three year publishing anniversary is approaching! Come celebrate with me! Pick up my New Adult Novel Jocelyn’s Choice for just .99 cents!
A New Adult Romance
   Jocelyn Andrews, a shy, awkward, high school senior, has never even been on a date until she meets Alex Jordon, the older, more experienced brother of her best friend Evan. Jocelyn falls hard for the charming player and wants to explore all of the “firsts” that go along with new love. Alex has no problem showing her what she’s been missing.
   Alex is captivated by young, innocent Jocelyn and to his own surprise, only has eyes for her.  One night of careless passion leads to a life-altering dilemma. Alex must head back to Yale to finish an internship, having no idea what he’s left behind. Jocelyn must decide what to do on her own, forcing her to grow up much faster than she anticipated.
   Reality sets in, decisions are made and Jocelyn has to live with her choices. Alex returns home to more than he ever bargained for. Young love has never been more complicated as they deal with a teen pregnancy, social barriers, and concerned family members. Life sometimes throws a curve ball, but the unexpected isn’t always bad.

I sat on the floor in the tiny bathroom and debated whether I should reach up to the counter and check the stick I had just peed on. It had been over five minutes, more than enough time to get the results I dreaded. I’d thrown up twice since starting the test, but I had gotten used to that. I had been throwing up for over two weeks now. At first, I thought it was just the stress I felt over him leaving. It wasn’t until after he went back to Yale that I realized I was more than three weeks late.
Three weeks and two days, to be exact. I didn’t have to look at that test to know what it was going to tell me, because I already knew. My stomach did another flip just thinking about it. The July heat wasn’t helping, either. I hovered over the toilet, pulled my long hair out of the way, and emptied whatever was left in my system, which wasn’t much. I stood from the floor and rinsed out my mouth, my gaze veering over toward the pregnancy test. My hands trembled as I slowly picked it up. I forced myself to look. I needed the confirmation.
Two pink lines . . . no shock there. I even knew exactly when it happened. The day of the week, and where we were. But, how did I let this happen? I knew the answer to that too.
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Friday, May 16, 2014

RIDE THE MUSTANG, Desiree Holt's #SEALsGoingHot story out today everywhere!

Do not miss the first in the SEALs GOING HOT series! Desiree Holt's is out today everywhere!
Fletcher "Mustang" Call is a dedicated SEAL and a committed Dom. The one thing he isn't is relationship material. A tragedy in his past killed his desire for more than a good time on leave and a little D/s play. Until April Coe walked into his life, a woman unlike any he’s known. Problem is, she’s as vanilla as they come.
April was warned about Mustang, a man as wild and free as his call sign, so she doesn’t expect him to stick around for long. That’s okay, she'll enjoy the great sex while she can. At least, she thought it was great. When she senses her sexy bronco is holding back, she has to decide whether to ride the mustang a little harder or set him free.


Need a nibble?
Of course you do!
Copyright 2014, Desiree Holt. All rights reserved.
She had a plan already in her head. Once they were in bed, naked, she’d go to work on him with her mouth and her hands the way he loved. Then, when she had him hanging on the edge, she’d pry it out of him. Because she really wanted answers.
She could hardly concentrate while she put away the leftovers and loaded the plates and silverware in the dishwasher. She had taken great care, showering and dressing for tonight. And naughtily left off any panties. When she bent over the dishwasher, the skirt rode up and she knew he could see her bare flesh.
“Jesus, April.” His breath hissed through his teeth. “Are you deliberately trying to drive me nuts?”
She turned and gave him what she hoped was a sexy smile. “Maybe.”
He rose from his chair, all six foot four of him. She looked at him over her shoulder and saw heat burning unmistakably in his slate grey eyes. The muscles in his rough-jawed face were tight with hunger. One large hand cupped her chin, tilting it up so he could brush his mouth over hers. “I’ve only satisfied one kind of hunger so far tonight. I need to feed the other.”
“Someone’s in a hurry tonight,” she teased, but she was glad. It made her plan that much easier to put into play.
“Someone can hardly ever keep his hands off you,” he whispered, nipping the place where her neck and shoulder joined. His hand reached beneath her top and lifted it over her head, tossing it to the counter.
“No bra, either.” His voice was tight with control. “Naughty girl.”
“I like being naughty,” she told him. Maybe that would give him a hint.
His tongue danced over the upper swell of her breasts, pausing to trace a line in the valley between them. When he pulled a nipple into his mouth, she felt the tug all the way to her cunt and had to clutch his upper arms to steady herself.
“What do you say we take this out of the kitchen?” he murmured in her ear, his voice husky.
She started to push away from him, but he swept her up in his arms and strode with determined steps to her bedroom. Standing her next to the bed, he took a moment to rake his eyes over her. Her skin prickled with the hunger in his gaze, the intensity of it warming her entire body. Just the caress of his eyes always made her liquid and weak. She stood there, powerless as he began to remove the rest of her clothing. And when she was completely naked, her body quivering with desire, he took her mouth in another kiss, this one so ravenous and claiming it actually made her shake.
She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the feelings sweeping over her, feeling Fletch’s big hands as they lifted her to the bed. When she opened them, he was removing the last of his own clothing, kicking his shoes to the side and climbing onto the bed with her. When he pulled her into his arms, his body vibrated with tension, the same coiled energy that was always there when they made love.
Holding something back.

No! Not this time.

You know you want to!

    Known the world over as the oldest living author of erotic romance, and referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

   “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

Learn more about her and read her novels here:
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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

#sealsgoinghot —a SEALs series you want! May 16 w. RIDE THE MUSTANG; May 20 at 7 Central a TWITTER PARTY!

LIKE our Facebook page: SEALs GOING HOT!

Then, sign in, sign up for the TWITTER PARTY, come aboard for a hot hot hot new SEALs series that, yes, will never end!

We have prizes for your attendance at this run!

May 16 Desiree Holt with RIDE THE MUSTANG

June 13 Cerise DeLand with BURNING FOR NERO

July 18 Samantha Cayto with CATCHING EAGLE'S EYE

August 15 Brenna Zinn with TOUCHING MIDAS

Allll summer long, you sizzle with our SEALs.

No easy nights for you, friends....
Tee hee.

Friday, May 9, 2014

#SEALs GOING HOT, new series begins May 17! Action list for you...

What to do to stay up on The Mission:

1. Jot down dates for SEALs GOING HOT series releases:
   May 16           DESIREE HOLT

2. LIKE the Seals Going Hot series page on FB

3. Get ready for Seals Going Hot TW party May 20 at 7 Central
    Sign up instructions to come!
    GIFTS, FREE BOOKS to those who attend!

4. The men are hot...and the series never ends!

Thursday, May 8, 2014

ADMIT YOU WANT IT, #BDSM #erotic #boxed set from Lisabet Sarai! And a #giveaway of her short story!

Admit You Want It: BDSM Erotica
By Lisabet Sarai

Deluxe “boxed set” ebook, now available from Books We Love!

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For connoisseurs of literate kink, Admit You Want It combines eighteen of Lisabet Sarai's sizzling D/s short stories plus a 30,000 word novella in one economical package.

Just a Spanking (pushing limits in an established relationship)
Wired (some technically creative bondage)
Ruler (an absolute monarch learns a lesson)
Silver Bells (intense BDSM holiday ménage)
Sundae, Bloody Sundae (lesbian BDSM about terror and trust )
Stroke (submission is all in the mind)
Quiet Evening at Home (a two-timing charmer gets what he deserves)
Limbo (journeys outside the body to the edges of endurance)
Bangkok Noir (BDSM thriller set in the steamy heart of Asia)
Like Riding a Bicycle (a long-married couple reclaim their kinky roots)
Domestic Goddess (punishing an inattentive Master)
On the Beach (romantic and intense M/F/M ménage)
Shades of Red (femdom revelations in the Amsterdam red light district)
Try Before You Buy (light-hearted lesbian D/s)
Tease (fantasies of submission fulfilled)
Wednesday Night at Rocky's Ace Hardware (toys are everywhere!)
Higher Power (magick, spirit and submission)
Spank Me Again, Stranger (an unexpected birthday celebration)
Limits: A Love Story (love and blood sports)

Special limited time offer! Get a free copy of my BDSM short story A Case of You, just by admitting you want it. Go here for details:

Reviewers have raved about these tales of dominance and submission. Now you can get a super-sized portion of kinky erotica at a very special price.

"Sarai's approach to 'kink' or BDSM can only be described as ecstatic and profound. Her descriptions of bondage, blindfolding, spanking and whipping manage to be hot yet dignified and respectful of everyone involved, conveying an insider's knowledge. The varied sex scenes in these stories always seem to flow from the plot and the characters.” Jean Roberta , author of Obsession and Flight of the Black Swan

"If you love BDSM stories that reach into your darkest places and keep you on the edge of your seat, then you simply must give 'Spank Me Again, Stranger' a try." - Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews (five stars)
“'Bangkok Noir' grabs you from the opening paragraph and doesn't let you go until the fade-out" - Tim - Two Lips Reviews (five kisses)
Excerpt, Copyright 2014, Lisabet Sarai. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Bangkok Noir – Rated R

I picked up the little whip that Ajarn gave me to use in my act and swirled the thongs lazily around above my head. Then I stuck it between my thighs and rubbed it back and forth. Mmm. I could smell myself, as I got more and more wet.

I checked my audience. Everyone was watching me. I chose first one man, then another. I stared at each one until he was too embarrassed and lowered his head. I didn't smile, just stared. Letting them know with my eyes that I was in charge. The boss lady.

At the end of the row of benches, I noticed somebody new. A handsome farang with hair the color of straw, wearing business clothes that looked expensive. He smiled at me, a strange smile that made me feel like I was naked.

Of course, my costume doesn't hide very much. Normally, that gives me a feeling of power. Maybe I will allow them to see the hidden parts. Maybe not.

With this man, it didn't matter what I was wearing. I felt like he could see right through my clothing. Like he could see every bit of me, even if I wore street clothes. My nipples started to ache, and my G-string got more slippery than ever.

For the first time since I started working for Ajarn, I was nervous. I stumbled on my spiky heels. I almost lost my balance. Luckily, I was able to turn the mistake into a sexy dip that showed off my bare rear. Most of the customers didn't notice.

The blond man was not fooled.

My heart was beating so hard that it hurt. When I finished my dancing time, I ran into the toilet and splashed some water on my face. I crouched down, my back against the wall, listening to the chatter of the other girls. My eyes closed, I tried to follow my breathing, the way the monks taught me. All I could see was the farang looking at me, with that X-ray stare of his, like something from a science fiction movie.

I stayed in the bathroom for as long as I could. I knew Ajarn would notice if I was gone too long. Finally, I had to go back out. I peeked out from behind the curtains, trying to see if he was still there. When I saw that his seat was empty, I sighed with relief.

I headed toward the bar to get a Coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was him. His skin was so cool, it made me shiver.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of music. Still, I felt something like terror. He stared at me without blinking. Now it was me who had to look away.

Ajarn was on the other side of the room, watching us. I couldn't refuse.

"Thank you, sir. Just a moment. I go get a Coke, come back right away."

"Let me go with you," he said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar. After we got our drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner.

"Sit," he ordered. I didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my glass against his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to you." 

His smile made me feel like I had eaten a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's your name?"

"My name Nok. What your name?"

"You can call me Sam," he said. "Nok is bird, right?"

I nodded. He brushed my long hair off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in his hand. He raised my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured. Trapped.

"Very appropriate. You're as delicate and airy as a sparrow." I thought of those caged birds they sell at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but they always return to their masters.

Without warning, he kissed me. His lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I thought I should stop him, though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my mouth against his. His left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move.

So I gave up. I let him slide his tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny thing was, as soon as I gave in to him, I began to like it. He smelled like soap and expensive cologne. He tasted like his whiskey. I could feel that he was strong, much stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes.

He kissed me harder, biting my lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and played with my breasts through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against the hot, sticky leather.

Suddenly, he pinched one of my nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my cry of surprise and pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure, shooting up my spine like lightning. 

"You like that, Nok." My English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a question. He was telling me. And he was right.

I was terribly embarrassed. I wanted him to do it again.

He bent me backwards. My hair nearly brushed the floor. He put his mouth on the other nipple and sucked. I felt like his mouth was between my legs, sucking me there. It was heaven. I reached up, wanting to stroke him, but he pushed my hands away.

Then, when I was not expecting it, he sank his teeth into my flesh. Everything went dark for an instant. Then pain exploded in me, brilliant as the sun. I was burning up, but I wanted to burn.

When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. That strange smile was on his face, but he also looked worried. "That's enough for tonight, Nok," he murmured. "I have an appointment elsewhere. But I will come back for you, soon."

I was too dazed to say anything. He stuffed a thousand baht note into the cup with the bill, to cover two one hundred baht drinks, and stood to leave. I grabbed his shirt. Not thinking, but not wanting him to go.

"Please, sir..."
He flicked his thumb across one of my aching nipples. Delicious echoes of pain rippled through me. "Be patient, Nok. Be patient and wait. Now is not your time."

Before I could say or do anything more, he was gone. I sat on the stool, confused. Ashamed. Frustrated. Sticky and dirty and smelling like a whorehouse. I buried my face in my hands, almost ready to cry.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Your turn to dance again," said Lin. I nodded and stood up. I was still shaking.

"Who was that guy?" she asked. She knew that something was wrong with me.

"Just a guy," I said. I made myself sound uninterested. "Just a customer."

I paid my respects to the shrine in the corner, then climbed back onto the pedestal. I began to dance, showing off my whip to customers. Trying to look like I was in control.