gerard entered the club, his usual sanctuary, on a Thursday. He wore a mask and clergy collar.

Bunny, the woman at the counter, gave him his room key, mentioning someone was waiting.

He expected Sky, but it was Anon.

“I don’t think I’ve met you before. You’re here for confession, right?”
Anon nods, and gerard gestures to a table with various items.

“Do you know how to use these, or do you need help?”