[Says the man who lies half the time and is working on getting a motorcycle, but still. Walking was How it Was Done.
The building, for it's part, is non-descript, it's meant for whoever could rent space. Chris' space is hardly premium, he doesn't make that kind of money, but it's big enough for his purposes. The door Oliver comes to is equally nothing, but it's unlocked if he tries the handle. The room beyond is anything but plain.
The space is decorated in shades of greys and greens with various forms of lighting available, although it's arranged for something more neutral right now with the brightest light being the opened curtains of the single window on the far wall. Between the door and that far wall is a wide open space filled and arranged with various tools and options for all kinds of kink desired from benches to a frame around the bed near the window and a frame filled with ropes and buckles meant for suspension. It took time and care and a pretty coin by the end, but there's little left out here as far as options, whether set up or stored at some of the long tables along the right hand wall which also hold their fair share of storage for various toys and tools.
For now, Nothing specific is set up, if anything, Chris has two glasses out and a bottle of brandy set on a small table between two chairs under the window and no real expectations beyond company. It was just a good space to entertain company who might want any number of things. He stands when Oliver arrives, his smile faltering as the daytime light catches those bruises around his neck.]
...are you alright? Whose got their hands so tight around your throat?
[It could be nothing, just rough play, but he's already taken a few concerned steps in Oliver's direction, hands already itching to try and help.]
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[Says the man who lies half the time and is working on getting a motorcycle, but still. Walking was How it Was Done.
The building, for it's part, is non-descript, it's meant for whoever could rent space. Chris' space is hardly premium, he doesn't make that kind of money, but it's big enough for his purposes. The door Oliver comes to is equally nothing, but it's unlocked if he tries the handle. The room beyond is anything but plain.
The space is decorated in shades of greys and greens with various forms of lighting available, although it's arranged for something more neutral right now with the brightest light being the opened curtains of the single window on the far wall. Between the door and that far wall is a wide open space filled and arranged with various tools and options for all kinds of kink desired from benches to a frame around the bed near the window and a frame filled with ropes and buckles meant for suspension. It took time and care and a pretty coin by the end, but there's little left out here as far as options, whether set up or stored at some of the long tables along the right hand wall which also hold their fair share of storage for various toys and tools.
For now, Nothing specific is set up, if anything, Chris has two glasses out and a bottle of brandy set on a small table between two chairs under the window and no real expectations beyond company. It was just a good space to entertain company who might want any number of things. He stands when Oliver arrives, his smile faltering as the daytime light catches those bruises around his neck.]
...are you alright? Whose got their hands so tight around your throat?
[It could be nothing, just rough play, but he's already taken a few concerned steps in Oliver's direction, hands already itching to try and help.]