He has a big black box full of handmade whips, and it smelt of shit, like they had all been up asses and never been washed. He also had a knife and said oh it's just for knife play. She nearly shit a brick when he flicked it open in her face. He was massaging her wrists and saying weird stuff to her and she freaked out and had to walk away - we had to pretty much rescue her from the back room and she just danced after that. Then before we left (to go to a godawful all night rave thing across town which was full of cokehead hipsters) he presented her with a handmade card with an etching of a tied up woman and his mobile number and inscription 'if you would like to find out more' - maybe she actually would end up dead if she rings him? Crazy stuff.
