Page 51 of Ignited

“Visual sensors.”

“Would Madame prefer I put the items on the bedside table?”

RoomBubba and Boomer both looked at her, waiting for her to answer. “Um. Sure. Do that.”

He turned, glided over, and set the stuff on the bedside table. Karisma felt herself starting to grin.

“This is so cool,” she said. “And it’s even got a towel rack.” She leaned over and pulled the dish towel off the dowel. Holy shit.

“Is that its dick?”

It was. A metal dick, human-size large, sticking out from his painted-on pants. Balls and all. Karisma started to giggle. “That’s awesome. But, why?”

“You’re asking me? I didn’t build it. I swiped it from some people. The dick retracts.”

“Wait, what?”

Boomer grabbed a remote off the bedside table and pressed a button. The balls lifted up and the dick retracted section by section, like a telescope, making a faint clanking sound. Karisma leaned on Boomer’s shoulder, laughing hysterically.

Boomer pressed the button again, and the dick began expanding. “You can keep it retracted, but I personally think he’s more useful with a boner.”

“Most guys are. Who did you steal it from?”

“Cisco and Matéo Sanchez. And ‘steal’ is such a harsh word, don’t you think?”

“Won’t they want it back?”

“Probably. You should be prepared to defend. RoomBubba, get Karisma a knife.”

“Very well,” Bubba intoned. “There are several choices. Hunting. Carving. Switchblade. Throwing.”

Damn. This was her kind of place. “A throwing knife.”

RoomBubba rolled over to a large armoire that had cabinets at the top, and drawers on the bottom. He opened a drawer, made a selection, and returned with a leather sheath holding not just one throwing knife, but three.

She took the sheath, pulled a knife out, and hefted it. Perfectly balanced.

“Excellent choice, RoomBubba.”

“Thank you, Madame. Will there be anything else? Sexy underwear? Glitter vibrator?”

Karisma slowly turned her head toward Boomer, giving him the slitty-eyed glare.

He widened his eyes, trying to look entirely innocent. “Cisco and Matéo must have programmed him to say that. So rude. Shame on you, RoomBubba.”

Karisma was not buying that for one second. “Uh huh. They’re guys. They have their own dicks. Since when do they need a glitter vibrator?”

RoomBubba perked up and said, “Fetching glitter vibrator.”

Boomer cracked up.

Bubba rolled over to the cabinet and opened one of the doors. On the bottom shelf was a rainbow forest of dildoes. Bubba selected one—pink with glitter—and returned, holding it out to Karisma.

She turned to Boomer. “Do I dare ask why you have a cabinet full of dildoes?”

“Duh,” Boomer said. “To prank people with. They dance up and down. Some of them play music. I won them off Colt and Remy McCall, our construction managers, in a poker game. Their uncle sells them, so they get all the samples.”

“You guys play poker for sex toys?”