Collared and Tied Series

The wooden double door was heavy, and there was a classic old knocker in the middle. I knocked twice, firmly, and pulled it open, stepping into a small vestibule. There was a man there, seated at a desk. He stood up as I came in, a large and imposing Black man, wearing a tight club T-shirt with black jeans.

“Good evening, welcome to Collared and Tied,” he said. “May I help you?”