Clara had been told only a little about what to expect. A friend told her about it over too many drinks. She said it was a secret party where women didn’t just dance, they were used. A limo would pick her up, no questions were being asked. Inside, there would be men she wouldn’t know, men who wouldn’t tell her their names. The rule was simple no names, no strings. Just to obey them.

Her friend had laughed when she first explained it, but the heat in her eyes said it wasn’t ...