Third person's POV

Bondage and whips

"Ash, thank goodness you are here. I was just about calling." The stout woman who happened to be her boss voiced, stopping her in her track as she pulled her to the side. Her slender fingers felt cold against Ash's warm, pale skin.

The hallway was unusually empty but Ash ignored it, focusing on the agitated lady with her blond hair tied in a ponytail on her head. Her nose had just one piercing with a ring hanging from it, a contrast to her ears ...