Also, some places have you sign a waiver as a prop to get more interest. Old movies used to do that: have people sign a "in case you die of fright, the theater and filmmakers are not responsible" as publicity stunts.

Also, what kind of precautions are put in place to ensure no unauthorized personnel get in and and actually rape someone? Dark place, lots of hiding spots and too many people for anyone to remember everyone on shift at that moment, limited number of allies allowed, constantly separated...

You're warned that there will be physical contact and adult sexual themes. Nowhere does it say "Grown men will corner you, lick you, grope you, rub up on you, and if you're too freaked out to remember and say your safe word there's NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT."

Which wouldn't necessarily work for the same reason many MANY rape victims freeze up when being assaulted. I wonder how man people were just plain too scared to use their safeword in this place.

"She added that violence and sex were always kept separate– if you were being groped, you weren’t being cut or treated too aggressively."

The phrase you want is "Is this guy bothering you?"

...child... bride?

Eh, she's like 1.5 shades duskier. And absolutely, breathtakinly stunning.

According to a comment up yonder, she asked if she could call him daddy.

Damn, I seem to have a FEELS in my eye.

Why not just go to the right kind of parties and do it for real? I wouldn't waste my time if they had a guy to sim-torture.

I very much agree. The "suffering" of wealthy white Southern women—who were certainly the minority of white women— is a drop in the ocean compared to their slaves.

You misspelled "Footloose".

I often have to remind my BF to slow down, but that's when I'm wearing heels, so can't walk at my normal pace.

Well, technically I get all the sex I want, being in a relationship and all. But it's not the same!

... where was this in my early 20s? I missed out on my entire promiscuity phase due to STD fears.

Last year I went through 5 in one sitting.

All hail the Porcelain God.

If Thin Mints are the first part of the Communion of Satan, what's the wine part?

Running up and down the stairs is testing for angle and depth for fatal tripping purposes. Bouncing on the bed to check how much weight would be required to smother them in their sleep.