"That was the plan, but if you wanted to show me the ropes I wouldn't be opposed." 

He smiles. "You're setting me up for a terrible pun there."

He smiles back. "Indeed I am." 

He pushes himself out of the pool. "Sadly, I'm more into ropes on the other end. What have you seen so far?"

"Of the bathhouse, admittedly not much, it's my first time here and I went straight to the pool. In life, where do I start." 

He grins. "I meant the bathhouse. So there's the massages-- $75 for an actual massage, $300 to pay a guy for sex, it seems kind of weird to me that you'd pay for it when there's so much free sex right here but I guess some guys want hotter guys than they'd be able to get for free."

"Maybe they get off on the paying in particular? Who knows." 

"And there's the sauna. They tend to frown on sex in the sauna."

He nods and doesn't mention that he doesn't actually know what a sauna is. 

"And then there are the cubicles, where you have all the kinds of sex you just need a bed or a swing for, and the play area, which is for all the kinds of sex where you need a bunch of equipment. What do you want to look at first?"

"The play area? I'm assuming that's where you go to get tied up." 

"Yep!" he says. 

In the play area there are, indeed, some tied-up men getting whipped. There is also a man in a cage giving a handjob through the bars, a man with a blissed-out expression and a dozen needles in his torso, a man suspended from the ceiling by rope, a man wearing a cock cage begging another man to let him blow him, and a guy blacking one of another guy's boots while the other boot presses into his dick.

Oh, nice. 

Who does he talk to if he wants to get suspended from the ceiling, that looks like something he'd love. 

The guy he was talking to heads off to the cubicles once it is obvious Sasha is more interested in getting suspended from the ceiling than getting his dick sucked. 

One of the rope tops is almost finished untying the person he was just suspending; maybe Sasha should talk to him. 

He waits for him to be done with the untying, lets himself bite his lip and look a little bit nervous. 

"You interested?" the rope top asks. 

"Yeah." He stops biting his lip. "I am." 

"You done this before? Have any medical issues I need to worry about? Hard limits?"

"Bondage, yes, this —" he gestures at the ceiling — "no, medical issues, no, hard limits, don't kill me." 

He laughs. "Don't worry, suspension is very safe. Tell me if it feels too tight or your hands start getting tingly. If you yell 'red' someone will come over and talk to us, but I don't like using safewords, you can just say if something's uncomfortable or you don't like it."

Auradonians remain extremely fucking weird. Sasha nods instead of expressing this opinion. 

The rope top has Sasha grab his elbows behind his back, then ties his arms together. Then he wraps rope around Sasha's torso, tying his arms in place and making a sort of harness; it's very pretty, seems designed for aesthetics as much as for support. The top loops the rope around a silver ring in the ceiling. 

They're gathering an appreciative audience. 

Oh. 

Oh, this is so much better than what they'd figured out with zip ties back on the Isle. 

He's loose and pliant and so, so relaxed. 

And then the rope top pulls and suddenly Sasha's horizontal and none of him is touching the ground.

He gasps and lets himself go limp, lets his head fall — doesn't hold back the soft little noises that feel like they're falling out of him —