Somewhere in the city, tucked behind a nondescript white door, is an otherworld of depraved fantasy: The Free Use Club.

There's a more official title somewhere, but everyone uses the practical name. It's exactly what it sounds like.

The club is divided into two membership lists, "Patrons" and "Subjects", with around twice as many of the latter as the former. Both groups have members of different genders; the difference between "Patron" and "Subject" is something applicants choose.

You've recently been granted access as a 'Patron' — perhaps as a visitor, perhaps as a permanent member. Tonight is your first visit, and you're delightfully surprised by what you find...

The club's interior is divided into three floors, each with different 'amenities'. These are:

PURGATORY: The entrance floor, kept in a perpetual low light. Most lighting is a soft neon, giving the entire area a surreal ambiance and distorting its true size. This also makes time pass in a strange, uneven way. Most of this floor space is dedicated to 'social' areas, with several different circles of overstuffed furniture forming 'conversation lounges' throughout. At the far end is a walk-up bar and music stage, which hosts everything from DJ'd raves to bar karaoke. In the back is the 'lineup', a series of Japanese-style female gloryholes, where unattended 'Subjects' will lounge in anticipation of 'Patrons'.

PARADISO: The 'upstairs' area is accessed through a central staircase in the Purgatory level. This floor houses a spa, restaurant, and luxurious theatre. Its ceiling is elaborately lit to resemble an ever-shifting cosmos, and most furniture features tasteful gold trim. While this is the area where people go to ostensibly relax between more intense activities, there's always some sort of free use happening nearby.

INFERNO: The club's lower basement, and staging ground for its most depraved activities. This area is built around a large descending spiral staircase, with offshoot rooms at odd intervals. Each room has a different theme—such as 'enchanted forest' or 'sleazy bar'. Some of the more inventive ones reach in directions like 'military interrogation' or 'castle torture chamber'. Predictably, they're all loaded with inventories of kink equipment in hidden panel storage.