~ Zoie’s POV ~

“A sex room!?”

Zoie’s jaw literally dropped to the floor. Her eyes quickly scanned the room back and forth. The walls were dark and covered in soundproofed crimson foams. There was a king-sized mattress in the middle of the room with red velvet blankets. On the wall next to her were iron bars with hooks, chains, and cuffs hanging from the ceiling. On the other side of the room was something that looked like a pool table or a massage table of some sort. And ...