I'm eating in a restaurant. I'm funny that way, put me in a restaurant and it's just something I'm comfortable doing.
Midway through my Oysters 1-1-1, I notice a tall woman dressed in a bright red pant suit and sporting a wide brimmed hat of the same colour enter the restaurant. She doesn't walk, she strides. She is wearing dark sunglasses that cover a good deal of her face.
She makes a couple of passes down the length of the section I'm seated in, rounds the corner through the bar area and exits the place.
I stop chewing long enough to process what I've just seen and notice a few other stymied patrons. I go back to the eating. After all, I am in a restaurant.
A couple of moments pass before the puss (glamour) returns to traipse through our midst once more. Stride one two, stride one two, stop, turn, beckon to someone just out of sight and hold.
A rather large and tall man in a below the knee bright red backless evening gown studded in sequins enters the frame. His hair is spiked up and he looks a very masculine gent. Except for the dress and matching choker.
He waits for her cue and then follows her into the restaurant, they do a walkabout around the tables and then go and sit at the bar.
They order a drink, she talks to a couple of people at the bar while he sits there. She leads him to the bathroom, they disappear, they come back, they finish their drink, one more tour around the joint and off they go.
A waiter regales the women at the table behind ours with tidbits about the odd couple.
He says that she's a local dominatrix who brings some of her clients here for a drink on occasion.
He says management doesn't mind this.
He says she has a small whip that she will use at times.
He says she is in complete control of her client and he likes that.
He says they never stay for long.
He thinks she's adorable.
Draw your own conclusions. I'm busy eating.