The cavernous underground room was quiet and tense. I had the uncomfortable feeling that I was about to see something I wasn’t supposed to. Then Daniel Erickson and Charles Defoe made their grand entrance.
The magicians epitomized outrageous bohemian royalty. The audience of faithful obediently bowed their heads. Both men were physically impressive. Charles was bare-chested and wore skintight leather pants with boots. He was an erotic-looking man with a powerful build. Daniel had on a tight black frock coat, with black trousers and a black silk cravat. He was well muscled, but slender at the waist.
Tugging against a heavy metal leash in front of them was a white Bengal tiger. Jamilla and I exchanged looks. ‘This is getting interesting in a hurry,’ she whispered.
Daniel stopped to talk with several of the young males. I............