"Dude. It's a sex dungeon. Like a hardcore one."

Bill looked around it and squirmed a little uneasily at some of the implements. Who kept this shit in their house? And why? He eyed up the chairs and then tilted his head back, looking up at the hook. "It's not just a sex dungeon, it has serial killer vibes." Not because anyone was dead or anything, just all the hooks made him super uneasy. "I--I don't think I can nick anything in here." Maybe he should just back the fuck out of here.