A photo book about queer BDSM in Berlin through a female gaze.

My Lady likes a dark space underground, we've all spent time there but none of us know the way. We wait for her inside ourselves, touching each other maybe. She first appears as clacking boots and crushed fig leaves on a stairway, then the boots slacken until still. She's probably deciding, or maybe she's done it days ago. I hold my breath, and hope.