[What Toby's describing is just as authoritarian and shitty as Orientation forecasted. He'd taken it all with a grain of salt at the time, because, hell, who wouldn't? Surely a city built upon a BDSM foundation didn't, and couldn't work.

But it does, and it's real.

This is, without a doubt, the most fucked situation he's ever found himself in.]

So I'm out of the fire, and you're out of ... [death] where you were, and we're both in a sex dungeon. Usually, I wouldn't mind that, especially with present company. [Dark humour aside, he frowns.]

And there's no way to leave, I'm guessing? [Sex is great, and all, but he doesn't see most people staying for the compelled part of it, if there's a way to be free.] This place is a city, but, what? There's a giant guarded wall around the edges? Dimensional portals that toss you right back in?