But then the angle shifted. Leo had a remote in his hand. He pressed a button, and the chains began to slowly twist, rotating the swing in a lazy spiral while it continued its arc. The city spun. The mirrors multiplied her reflection a dozen times, a dozen Mias, all of them dizzy, all of them his.
That’s what Mia told herself the first time she walked into the glass-walled room overlooking the Manhattan skyline. The swing hung from a reinforced beam in the ceiling, a leather-and-chain affair that looked like it belonged in a very exclusive dungeon. To her right, a mirrored wall reflected her hesitation. playboy swing
"I'm going to be sick," she said.