The room is large, many sections of it veiled in darkness ... most visitors find it to be a trifle damp and musky, but the regulars have seen it go from chilly and humid to warm and dry in a surprisingly short amount of time ... from thick and musty to the clear, thin air of a mountaintop ... or the smell of a jungle following a cleansing August monsoon ... simply from the button pushing of The Baron's long slender fingers ... or, when large crowds are gathered, simply from a wave of His hand or a spoken word....

Illuminated only by soft recessed lights in the ceiling and candles .... one on each table... several mounted on floor pedestals... in the corners... and the gas-fed torches... four...one in each wall... and two by the center stage ... burning...flickering... letting a soft smoke... linger in the room... the heat absorbed by the thick cement walls... soundproof... impenetrable... sections of the room cast in shadow ... where a fearful submissive might have a chance to remain unnoticed ... or a resourceful Proprietor might slip in and out through hidden passageways ... undetected

The first thing one notices .... featured in the middle of the room... three wooden steps... small steps... that lead to the small raised stage... the place of pain and passion... of BD/SM... where a single beam of light sometimes cascades down when scenes are in progress ... or the occasions when submissives are auctioned off .... Around the stage, chairs of assorted sizes and styles are strewn .... intermingled with side tables .... the largest one, centerstage front ... with a high back, is where The Baron makes Himself comfortable ... three furs lie touching in a semicircular pattern in front of the chair: a pink one to the right, a brown one in the center, and a white one to the left .... sunk into an adjoining side table, protected by a hinged pane of glass, a keyboard to manipulate the climate, music, and sound ... the network of lights ... and who knows what else...

As the chairs circle the stage, dark oaken tables encompass them ... well worn... tables that have clearly heard and seen many things... yet spoken of none...

Across from the stage .... a large mirror fills the wall, making the dungeon seem even more spacious than it is ... with a slight curve to it that gives those facing the front of the stage a reflected view of almost the entire room ....

Moving one's eyes past the stage .... along the wall over the whip rack... the wall chains... on the south wall, an Andreas leather-padded cross .... to the left of the cross is the rack ... made of wood darkened by its age ...... bondage furniture of all types, many padded in black leather .... in the southeast corner a medical area, sometimes brightly lit, is partitioned off

Looking up one sees...the hoists...ready for use ...well oiled..... the light reflecting in the leather stools and couches...some overstuffed large chairs...two ... no ... three sofas ... generally reserved for the subs ... one lingering close to the shadows ... for those who wish to watch but not participate... the many pillows in classic colors... black satin... dark blue lace.... red velvet... as well as furs ... scattered around the floor...

Near the tables... on the east wall... a fire... crackling welcome in the ancient fireplace made of stones from Avalon, casting its flames ... creating long shadows on the walls, the sparkles enlighten the almost dark room...in front of the fireplace there are soft cozy thick rugs of bearskin....the fragrance of fresh wild roses....magical herbs and burning wood filling the air...

In the back of the room ... where the light from the fire can't reach...two large oaken closets can vaguely be seen through the dimness...in them one might find anything the mind can desire for a scene...several pairs of silvery chains hang down from the ceiling... underneath a wooden bench padded with black leather...a cross attached to the wall ... the fire sparkles up ..enlightening for a moment ...highlighting a glimpse of steel in the opposite darkest corner of the room....

Near the exterior entrance, on the west wall, the bar is located ... ...sometimes hosted by a bartender ... sometimes by subs ... sometimes not at all ... the coffee is usually fresh and in the coolers running the length of the bar dwell various fluids ... behind the bar hangs a sign which reads:

Please be responsible when consuming alcoholic beverages if Y/you intend to participate in a scene ... Alcohol and BD/SM is not a good combination...
Behind the bar lies the entrance to the kitchen, dominated by a large stainless steel door giving access to a walk-in cooler.

At the end of the bar is a jukebox offering an endless variety of classic selections for the proper mood setting in a scene ... or just to provide a backdrop for conversation ..... at the far end of the bar is a large room that holds a billiards table ... though perhaps its green felt has seen more than wooden cues and ivory balls in its day ...

Across from the bar are the doorways to 2 rooms. The walls of the first room are completely lined with corkboard, and many messages and notes hang from pins. The second doorway .... below a sign declaring the area within to be a safe zone, where uncollared submissives can find relief from the Rules governing them ... opens into a larger room, where the decadently large black hot tub has been installed, the far wall lined with shelves holding towels, fluffy and warm waiting to encircle wet bodies, bottles with bubble bath foam, stands beside the basket filled with various toys, plastic ducks in yellow, crocodiles in green and a large cyan coloured seal, for those who likes to play when taking a bath. Large restrooms with changing areas and small lockers can be accessed from this room

While a casual viewer may well find the room sinister and forbearing, those that have made this place into a home find the overall impression to be one of warmth and familiarity ... a place of wellbeing and goodwill ... spiced with just the right amount of mystery and suspense ... a place that falls to hand ... with all the comfort of a leather cat, broken in just right after years of careful training ...